Из альбома: Facing New York

Our home is made of styrofoam
We speak right through the walls
Our floor is made of red wine stains
It makes me want to sing

Our home is made of styrofoam
Their laughter stains the halls
Greyish blue and salmon red
Kelly Green she said:

So I sit quietly, enjoy the company
I will wait patiently, it won't get the best of me

Our home is made of styrofoam
And if it ever burns,
We will build another house
Without the full turn

Our home is made of styrofoam
We live right through it all
But my room is made of plexiglass
And I am a fly on the wall

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