Jets to Brazil /

The Frequency

The terror of the view
The emptiness of this room
Always writing against this truth
In the way that a painter must have a surface to hit

The paint is flying now, breaking the silence at the speed of sound
Hitting the frequency, she's reaching back at me
Warm and loud, warm and loud
Beautiful demons fly out

And we're fighting for our lives
To fill the corners up with light
Black spell casting against them now
In the way that a bullet will go until it is stopped

And all the medicine went to my head again late last night
My bed of saccharine, bad amphetamine
I was lit from within
Burning with means and ends

And the city life is like a sugar high
Knocking me out, keeping me wired
It's incredible, unsteady chemicals
Come and go, the ebb and flow

When the measure of your work
Is the measure of your worth
Then you'd better make it work

There's some people I could name, but it's not the time or place
To split hairs with the guys downstairs
They'll get their fair share, I'm sure
The frequency is going to take us there

And the city kids, the angry, with-it kids
Hate everything the first time
It's incredible, the kind of chemicals
Knocking around in my mind

In the winter of my night
I found a desperate kind of light
And nothing comes without a fight

You want to know
Where the good thoughts grow
But you ought to know
Where all the good thoughts go

You can't afford to miss a day
Call in sick, you better stay that way
Stay that way

And the city life is just some other guy
Knocking me out, wasting my time
Upper-middle class infomaniac
You will get yours, I will get mine

So get in line
The frequency is fine