Green stones and wet tracks
We trail in coats of thick skin
The sun is blocked out of sight
The chimney's burn with montage
The kid forgot to fill his glass
The sun is blocked out of sight
Oh yeah
Rockets over cane fields pass
There's a pacing from the man who laughs
And there's a burning
(From the benches to the streets)
Yeah, baby
You know you're street machine dream
You know you're street machine dream
The coins, they drop to the floor
There's a cry, the woman upstairs
We drown ourselves in her cries
Yeah, Gita's riding on her bike
There's plaster flowers through the night
The swings are there for your pleasure
Oh yeah
Rockets over cane fields pass
There's a pacing from the man who laughs
And there's a burning
(From the benches to the streets)
Yeah, baby
You know you're street machine dream
You know you're street machine dream
What doesn't kill a man's trust
The future dips into the past
The sun is blocked out of sight
The kids, they sit around the round table
They're waiting for him to arrive
You know they're down on their pride
You know they're down on their pride, pride, oh
Rockets over cane fields pass
There's a pacing from the man who laughs
And there's a burning
(From the benches to the streets)
Yeah, baby
You know you're street machine dream
You know you're street machine dream