Plastic Bus (radio edit)

Staring down the floor
Naked and involved
Experience will be accepted
Experience will be advice

Staring on my own
Pain grows more and more
Can’t you go on a poor December
Can’t you go on like flame and ice

And It’s all it’s all lies

Then we all die nobody cries, Then we can’t go on.

Touch me in the eyes
Tell me what’s your price
Under the bridge the mystery’s over
Under the bridge the mystery’s gone

Into the plastic bus
Tell me who’s your God
Oh It’s the heat, I think you’re cold
Oh it’s the heat, I think you’re old

Then we all die one by one lie, Then we can’t go on.