pink tiles are cemented in the road block
conventionality shows the good intentions
of forced beauty, of public service
not much is anticipated in this day and age

well, there's style to how things fade away
i can't see my own conclusions and i
can't seem to carry out a conversation
so i just ask that you

curve your finger! because
no one is to blame for loss on the highway
the pleasant side of public service is regretted
when attention shifts

from the wheel to the engine,
there is no excuse
for the hazards in our way
for the hazardous way we decided: "if our love means anything, it will never stop returning"