The "City Pages" says who's playing
so where should we go tonight
we wonder where the Twin Cities
is taking our lives

it's a bittersilvermorning
leaving without warning
a terminal excuse of fighting

she sings to me like poetry
long lost melodies
broken down old chemistry
things that you've given to me

The drum machine will keep us tonight
playing the soundtrack to our lives
the M3 inspires the sound
while bad radio keeps us down

it's a bittersilvermorning
leaving without warning
the terminal excuse of fighting

she sings to me like poetry
long lost melodies
broken down old chemistry
the things that you've given to me

we'll keep writing about our ex-girlfriends
and talk about the days when we were friends