(George Flanagan)
You can scratch it but it won’t go away
You’re feeling like it’s empty in here
It doesn’t make sense cause it’s Saturday
You’re waiting for me to appear
I’m sorry bout the double date
I thought that you might see a spark
Some things you gotta instigate
Only when it gets dark
You send me postcards from a block away
Of all [...]

(George Flanagan)
We got dust on our shoes
As we stumble down to I don’t know where
And you’re talking up a storm
You say The Searchers put the camera there
You imported red sand to the Italian countryside
And I made the sound twice as loud
You paid a man a salary
To spread that sand all around
Lots of things will come [...]

(Jessica Flanagan)
40 million watts of electricity, course through these walls.
Setting fire to our instruments, bringing life to our songs.
Strings of lights, in blue and white,
Set aglow our hair and eyes,
Reflecting off the rims of the drums,
Reflecting off my glitter and your whammy bar.
40 million watts of electricity, course through these walls.
Setting fire to our instruments, [...]

Listen
(Jessica Flanagan)
You comprehend my words, when no one understands.
We speak the same language,
And you’re my Bob Harris—
I’m the girl in the pink wig,
We can watch old movies in your hotel room,
Or steal into the Tokyo moonlight.
You comprehend my words, when no one understands me.
We speak the same language,
‘Cause you’re my Joe Bradley—
I’m the girl with [...]