Mobile

Why'd I hide it Yeah that kind of riot When you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs and And the direction the affection takes then Pressures the perfectionist in- To layman's ways of saying "let's be friends" So the road is fired up though you know the tire's cut And the stereo it plays "here we go" It makes eerie tones They come oh straight from A joke even though That's a story baby we both really know Oh we're stop and go to gamble And at lights hear advice The rambles from a manhole But let's not forget the device It's mobile but not handheld No the heart it doesn't crash oh before it gets trampled The temple table's overturned Turns out we're late 'Cause the clover caught aflame baby we waited so it burned But that's okay You say the gamble ex-changes it It makes the coins get weightless and And turns the green into an urn Oh we're stop and go to gamble And at lights hear advice The rambles from a manhole But let's not forget the device It's mobile but not handheld No the heart it doesn't crash oh before it gets trampled No the heart it doesn't crash oh before it gets trampled