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3 car pile-up – no traffic lyrics


you flush a fish down a toilet
and look down to see your
second hand is dead still
you think them somehow connected
but you can’t be sure and it’s
just as well

what to do next when the sh+t piles up?
you can’t decide, you go outside
stand in the moonlight drinking coffee from a paper cup

you’d almost swear you hear voices
but you know it’s nothing but
a noisy, guilty conscience
you hear monotonous noises
it’s that time of night
it’s so predictable

oh what a feeling to listen to your blood
the way it feels, when it congeals
like someone sucked you dry and pumped you full of rocks and mud

close your eyes
no traffic, in or out
tired eyes
no traffic, in or out
you won’t decide anything tonight
no need to rush things, they’ll keep
until tomorrow
just make a fresh pot of coffee
and stay up all night and get
nothing done

don’t you hate preference, i know
you hate choice
just hang your limbs
out in the wind
and clear your throat because you don’t know when you’ll need your voice

you hope it won’t be long before
you’re back in the action like a moth around a light bulb, but
who gets to say when the switch flips
and the light goes off and you
fly away

you could be standing and watching city lights
but where you’ll be is where you’ll be
and what you do is up to you
stand still you’ve got the right

close your eyes
no traffic, in or out
tired eyes
no traffic, in or out
i think i see the east, i think i see the east
and as i face the east, i swear i taste the east
i’ve got to go back, i’ve got to go back east
where there’s no traffic, in or out