Fass

Won't you give us something to say.
Won't you help us cut across scene lines.
Won't you come and show us some face.
Can't you get us out in the mean time.

There's a party over there and it makes me overlook this slack parade of days; this lack of city-space. See me walking out the room moving to another place: I'm left paralyzed -- unflirting.

Won't you give us something to say.
Won't you help us cut across scene lines.
Won't you come and show us some face.
Can't you get us out in the mean time.

We'll be lying out on the folds.
And we're counting on you to pass time.
Won't you give us something to say.
Won't you help us out across meanlines.

Forever and ever. The sixties the sunshine and movies a heaven. We won't ever find them here. They're only in our dreams. Locked down. Shot down. So violent.

Won't you give us something to say.
Won't you help us cut across scene lines.
Won't you come and show us some face.
Can't you get us out in the mean time.