歌词
I used to live at the Modico Hotel
Where the days got smoked like downtown hell
I know it's Tuesday, I know it's noon
Because the sirens wail
And even though it's just a test
The mind starts to wander
And you know the rest
It's like I gotta find myself
An easier softer way
Does all good art come from suffering?
Not all good art comes from suffering
Does all good art come from suffering?
Not all good art comes from suffering
Broken windows in the lobby
Made a mess of you and me
Such a let down, that's my hobby
Made a mess of you and me
I used to smoke in my mother's house
Where the bottlebrush trees
Were the walls hung out
I know it's Friday, I know it's late
Because the air's not stale
And even though I lost my breath
The mind still wonders
If it's all a test
It's like I gotta find myself
An easier softer way
Does all good art come from suffering?
Not all good art comes from suffering
Does all good art come from suffering?
Not all good art comes from suffering
Broken windows in the lobby
Made a mess of you and me
Such a let down, that's my hobby
Made a mess of you and me
Repercussions of a lonely life I've been dreaming of
There's repercussions of a lonely life I've been singing of
There's repercussions of a lonely life I've been scheming of
There's repercussions of a lonely life
Does all good art come from suffering?
Not all good art comes from suffering
Does all good art come from suffering?
Not all good art comes from suffering
Broken windows in the lobby
Made a mess of you and me
Such a let down, that's my hobby
Made a mess of you and me
Broken windows in the lobby
Made a mess of you and me
Such a let down, that's my hobby
