Из альбома: Organ Music Not Vibraphone Like I'd Hoped
Talking Heads make me miss my friends
I'd like to see that face again
I'd like to dance with this drink with the little umbrella in my hand
A loose heart makes a loose plan
Everything is because of the wind
The way your clothes travel up your skin
But I was busy watching all the other runner's eyes
Everything is fleeting, baby
Even the sadness that the late summer gave me
Our dreamy memories of the 1980s
First we sing falsetto, and then we sing lazy
You wanna sing like me?
You wanna sing like me?
Meet me under the bridge where I like to sleep
You said "Come on, let's kill individual will."
But your voice was very shrill
Talking Heads make me miss my friends
I'd like to see that face again
You said yourself it's getting out of hand
But a loose heart makes a loose plan
So I did a little dance in the hospital lobby
Singing, "Leave the revolution to the revolutionaries!"
You said "Come on, let's kill individual will!"
I said "I will. I will. Oh I really, really will."