Crash Years - The New Pornographers
Written by：A.C. Newman
The skirts go up before the war
Among the madding crowds
They're ruined like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
You are a living doll riding a circle tracks
Behind the walls of clocks
And you ruined like the rest of us ruined
Rest of us ruined
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Light a candle's end you are a light turned low
And like the rest of us you got those old eternity blues
Eternity blues
Your fingers raised you're looking for the word
What you want is accident
Another drag spectacular view
What you can lose
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were closed in the crash years
Honey child you're not safe here
As a rule
Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it 'round here
As a rule
The ruins were wild the ruins were wild
Tonight will be an open mic
The ruins were wild the ruins were wild
Tonight will be an open mic
The ruins were wild the ruins were wild
Tonight will be an open mic
The ruins were wild the ruins were wild
Tonight will be an open mic
The ruins were wild the ruins were wild
Tonight will be an open mic
