Pink

Motorcycle's in the parking lot
Revving their engines and it just wont stop
My chosen noise screaming in my head
Houston I think we got a problem
Where does everybody go when they go
The go so fast I don't think they know
We hate so fast
And we love too slow
London I think we got a problem
And when I think about it
I just can't think about it
I try to drink about it
I keep spinning
Ave Mary A
Where did you go
Where did you go
How did you know to get out of a world gone mad
Help me let go
Of the chaos around me
The devil that hounds me
I need you to tell me
Try to be still
Try to be still
Broken hearts all around the spot
I can't help thinking that we lost the plot
Suicide bomber and a student shot
Tokyo I think we got a problem
But for that they have gotta pay
If that don't kill you then the side effects will
If we don't kill each other then the side effects will
Deep down I think we got a problem