The New Pornographers Crash Years

The skirts go up, before the war
Among the maddening crowds
They're ruined, like the rest of us, ruined
The rest of us ruined

You are a living doll riding the circle tracks
Behind the walls of clocks
And your ruined, like the rest of us, ruined
The rest of us ruined

Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it round here
As a rule
Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it round here
As a rule

-whistling-

Light a candle's end, you are a light turned low
You're like the rest of us
You got those old, eternity blues, ethernity blues

Your fingers raised, your looking for the words
What you want is accident
And not the drag, spectacular views
What you can't lose

Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it round here
As a rule
Windows were closed in the crash years
Honey child, you're not safe here
As a rule

-whistling-

Traffic was slow for the crash years
There's no other show like it round here
As a rule
The Windows were rolled for the crash years
There's no other show like it round here
As a rule

-whistling-

The ruins are wild
The ruins are wild
Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins are wild
The ruins are wild
Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins are wild
The ruins are wild
Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins are wild
The ruins are wild
Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins are wild
The ruins are wild
Tonight will be an open mic