Vancouver.

Tick tock goes the clock in the middle of town.
Tick tock goes my mind when you're not around.
Tomorrow's gonna be a crazy day because it's not what I do
it's always what I say and I feel more alert.

People's misty breath mixes in together,
bitchumen takes it all in this city of
coast mountains and blue sea.

Too much wild, wild west,
too many frozen fingers
to be warmed by it and its belly.

I know it's spring
but it's nothing.
We've got indications to do
what they told us to do
told us to do.

I was looking at our stats
and it seems like I've given you
too many pats on the back.
Yeh, I know it's a sick fact.
Yeh, I know.

Mmm, I think I see
how we're going to take it back
to mediocrity.
Level average for me.

Too many clouds to be sleepless in Seattle.
Too many chimes to hear that sickly rattle.
Sandy, sandy, sandy sun dunes
in March.

Spring, spring
your colours are popping.
Ring, ring
no telephone ring.

Are you still here or are you going?
I can't see your footprints in the snow
so I guess you've been gone for at least two days or so.
Or longer.

Or longer.