Play Some Rock - Liquido

longing for the schoolyard

reaching for the scenes

reminded by the songs that will never disappear

random like

the infants

outdated like the old

lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure

doing some rehearsal

exercising in the cold

lowering the standarts

for the six-string never rolled

whistling at the girls

and saving for the fuel

making plans and knock knock knock on wood

play some rock

play some rock

please don’t stop

coming home coming home

sentenced by our faults

we were to make in time

pleasently aware of our solitude in mind

saved me from the boredom

of what we disavowed

encouraged by the sound

that was the sweetest one of all