Blur

It was a quite day in my city today
Everything was sinking, says it with come on sunday
The old school and the traffic rude
Apart the west where... watching coming lot in time
Shining up above me the jet fuel... down the road
Lots above with the money... and the silence sing.
So gather the day they've...
'Cause many yellow jackets out... inside my dreams
And all they need so...
For along the... changing ways we all communicate
So standing out... somewhere they ride in space