作词 : Chris Keating

作曲 : Chris Keating

A lonely boring jobmid

summers to fall, asleep

Expertise on air guitar

So your fingers never bleed

I know you think you could do this without me

But I know I could do without you

A failed ambition's held up on tridents

Hope predictions of future come true

All the tin can buildings rattle the sidewalk

All the cars upturned talk like the trains

Ten thousand red balloons all around New York

Hope the bridges all burn your life away

So you bank a friend front row

Took the metal from disease

White collar criminal

So his fingers never bleed

I know you think you could do this without me

But I know I could do without you

A failed ambition's held up on tridents

I hope predictions of future come true

All the tin can buildings rattle the sidewalk

All the cars upturned talk like the trains

Ten thousand red balloons over New York

Hope the bridges all burn your life aw