There's too much contradiction And too much friction But I dig friction You know I'm crazy about friction F R I C T I O N Friction Friction Friction Friction Friction
I got a feeling someone's looking It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed It's more the ale inside my head I got a feeling something's cooking Science friction
I know it's been a long road To get these towns behind me and I Will gladly reap what we may sow I am There for you, there for me Pictures and photographs
Past the road to your house Will you never called home? Where they turned out the lights Though they say you'll never know I remember runnin' Through
Got an Angel on the stairs As if you'd even care When the lights are up And the sun had nearly gone down Did you see him on the street? Did you pass
Are you lost? Do you find life turning out Not quite the way you planned? Come around stay awhile That's okay that's all right Couldn't get to sleep
I still remember you dressed in gray Working undercover for the CIA You were cursing Silber, living in Back Bay Sailing on the Charles when I heard you
Ten cent lovers Beneath the covers Riding on a wet dream Silver tonic free High stool sweet tarts Equipped with green cards Chomp their 401 Ks Semi-chocolate
And though you will say I'm wrong. It's much easier with you along. And Sundays were made for this. Seeing Bond give the villain a kiss Holding your
If they calm you down Then excite them If they call you out Then ignore them You're speeding up You're speeding up, yeah You're speeding up To slow down
Strong hands, big plans All reduced to this Hard won freedom How could you've missed? Scared, are you? You do it on your own You do it on your own, we
Cut a tape of my favorite songs Said, what I can't face to face I hoped that you would share all my thoughts We are young and unimpressed By all you recognize
Everybody talking saying you will be walking This neighborhood will never be the same You said we'd understand You found out what's happening now So we
WWOZ is on in stereo A string of flowers haloed around your head Candle light The ceiling fan Curtains blow away and back again Back again Don't wake
They say you're off, a bit confused But when the day is done, I'll be with you I like your eyes, they say you're true The others whisper and lie And
to your window's view Will give a new perspective And the hardest part is yet to come I don't mind restrictions Or if you're blacking out the friction
are so alive since I heard Your friends have been talking shit And now you bite your lip Don't tell me to avoid the friction I'm one step closer to
Friction nightclubs, nightstalkers fast women, fast talkers loose lips, loose limbs the lovely loveless sunset to sunrise black dresses, black eyes tangles
