We'll Correct Collegiate Mistakes. 
A Shower of Formal Ideals. 
Completely Soused. 
The Hearts On Our Sleeves, 
As They Drowned We Could Hear Them Screaming, 
"Oh, What a Tragic Way to See Our Final Days." 

I Attempt to Talk Up the Town: 
"The Answers Are in the Arches of the 20th Century Towers 
And in Comfortable Cars in Motion." 
And Yet It Still Remains, This Incessent Refrain: 
"You're Just Like the Rest. You Restlessness Makes You Lazy." 

Keeping Busy Is Just Wasting Time 
And I've Wasted What Little He Gave Me. 
(All Around) I Know the Conscious Choice Was Crystal Clear, 
To Clear the Slate of Former Years: 
When I Sang Softly in Your Ear and Tied These Arms Around You.