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 lights



And I can't hear a thing underneath the door



All the boys with directionless hair are rough

Languorous girls in undertaker make up

We the vehicles on our collision course

Screaming like we've been blessed by a higher force



And I can't hear a thing underneath the door

No I can't hear anything

Because everybody hear will always disappear

And we are helpless on our hands and buckled knees

We the vehicles please



And 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 knees



We the vehicles please

We the vehicles please