The smell of burning rubber
Brings my eyes to floods of tears
It hangs there by the ceiling
It's been hanging there for years
If someone broke a window
We could breathe some real air
But no one wants the action
That an accident will bare.
Why is it so cold,
Why is it so cold
Why is it so cold out here
Has to be the rain
Has to be the wind
Has to be the time of year
Go see
Go see
Go look at me.