Текст песни Pavement - Black Out
Pavement - Black Out слова песни
Sunday driving past your own hall of fameIts closed on weekdays, shut for goodPick out no one when youre talkinFelt like rattlesnakes were walkinNo one has a clueThe parting shots, the thin caughtFault line dancing across the frigid air shaftsA spastic grass, a criminals childCount to ten and readUntil the lights begin to bleedLights; til you actually a-see the raysAnd your thoughts they start turningTells you lessons that youre learningNo one has a clueThe gauzy thoughts of those dirty scotsWrestling with the elements up on the trail highI need to knowWhere does it go? how do I get there? what will I find? (fun fun fun, fun for the summertime blues)(its gonna set you free)