Songs

It's surprising how little things we lose
I was walking through the streets of Soho
Looking for a diamond ring
But I didn't find a thing
Not a necklace, not a bracelet
Not a shoelace
Not an old friend, not a new friend
In the faces of the crowd

And the streets were paved with cigarette butts
And the streets were paved with cigarette butts
And the streets were paved with cigarette butts
With cigarette butts
And cigarette butts

Oh, it's surprising how little's on the ground
Considering we walk around
And lose and lose what's never found
Someone has got to be the one
To find the long-lost answers
Banana peels and orange rinds

But we suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
We suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
They will crave us, they will crave us
Yeah, us

It's surprising how little things we know
I was walking through my mindscape
And I didn't find a thing
It's surprising how little things we know
I was walking through my mindstreet
Red light stop and green light go
And I didn't get run over

But we suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
We suck on our cigarettes
As if one day they will save us
As if one day they'll return the favor
As if one day they will crave us
They will crave us, they will crave us

Ah, ah, ahhhh
Ah, ah, ahhhh
Ah, ah
Re-gee-nah
Ah, ah
Reh-gee-nah
Ah, ah
Reh-gee-nah