Letra de People, The Vehicles
We were speaking softly, behaving badly Our painted bodies in the secret morning You are not quiet across the wooden floor And the kitchen is flood by the bathroom lightsAnd I can't hear a thing underneath the doorAll the boys with directionless hair are rough Languorous girls in undertaker makeup We the vehicles on our collision course Screaming like we've been blessed by a higher forceAnd I can't hear a thing underneath the door No, I can't hear anything Because everybody here will always disappear And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees We the vehicles pleaseAnd I can't hear a thing Because everybody here will always disappear This is no escape art Yeah, everybody here will always disappear And we are helpless on our hands and buckled kneesWe the vehicles, please We the vehicles, please