Streaks Lyrics

I like to stand on the overpass

Watch the blues and the greys go past

Open my mouth to talk to God

Not too often I can hear a response

The river rumbles, shakes like a leaf

Flesh and steel from the west to the east

Each one's a vector, a lifetime a piece

From above they're just streaks on a street

On the bus I stand up with the crowd

We're black and blue kissing winter's mouth

Swaying, rolling, eyes playing down

The sun's a theory we're just chasing around

Express commuter passing local stops

Eyes turn up while the wheels roll on

Thousand faces in a waking dream

Through the window we're just streaks on a street