People walk when radio talks, one way City bound cause tomorrow is a week day The screams and suicidal minds in love Manufactured are the dreams that seems undone When it's not supposed to be I lapse into apathy Don't wake me up till next Tuesday Close the door till it's news day My eyes are glued on a Valium gloomy day I'm riding through all the frozen Fields at dawn There's lazy days where daisies lay on lawns Hotels bars backbeat pulsing no more sound Subway mothers in their rush hour towns