Lyrics:

Idle words by an old photograph
Brass deco doors made by millionaires
Waiting for the train around sunset
Find a frenzy like no one cares
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost
And bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost
And bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg
Passing by an old guitar factory
Hulking shells of dreams deferred, realized
A dose of transient familiar
A little working class on the side
Everyone speaks their own movie
Making dialog in designer finds
Faith to the forgotten places
Where the real world
Contra ideas survive

Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost and
Bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg
Waiting for a plan to fall
Satellite voice gets lost
And bounces away to the moon
Be there soon on the L train to Williamsburg