Stories don't break, they ooze
I'm out here in Pastel City
Living my life in a hurry
Waiting for something to happen
In a polluted pity
Tried to live my life at all points
Doesn't seem like a cheap way to do it
With room to grow and the heat of the sun
Why run?
A soft blue day
A light green sway
Masking reality
Highlighting the way
Got a tiny room
A handful of friends
My rock 'n' roll band
Out here in Pastel City
My love back home
A job that's wrong
Living my life in a hurry
Out here in Pastel City
Stories don't break, they ooze
