Tape Deck
From my tape deck, there's a recklessnessInflections of the world we wantAll my friends, my rusty truckWe're just specks of love, directionlessCall this band just what we wantWe could change the name from month to monthFour guitars and zero drumsWe sounded folk but we wanted to be punkIn a world post-punk
Well my friend had an old guitarHe took some lessons, didn't get very farAn Ibanez with one knob stuckSo you could have that thing for fifty bucksLoren got a bass but he got no ampWe borrowed Skill's, we never gave it backWell Luke was just learning how to strumBut since he was the worstWe made him play the drumsPlay the drums
You may find in the palm of your hand, there's a flameAs it burns, as it climbs, as it turns to a blazeWell this flame, it won't last, here it comes, hold it closeBecause this blaze can be fast, set it free, now there it goes
Well Luke's mom said that after schoolWe could rehearse in the living roomBut that sure didn't last too longI guess she didn't know we played Fugazi songsPlay these songs in the talent showAnd all of the girls will be in the front rowBut in the end we just chickened outBecause we can't sing, we can only shoutOnly sh...
You may find in the palm of your hand, there's a flameAs it burns, as it climbs, as it turns to a blazeWell this flame, it won't last, here it comes, hold it closeBecause this blaze can be fast, set it free, now there it goes.