Testo di Haystacks Northbound

Busking it up-street Doesn’t it all seem drab? Busking it up, economy sits Melting your set of dominos Resting it up ’till you’re hauling us in Pull it off with half us there Put it on, we’ll have a stare The gate is so far away It’s all that gets you down? Your bro’s on the phone Too low, what you all know? Is all we know faded? Loop-hole undertow