about cambridge and my fire station

it's all about the feeling. the sea, it's a sea of possibility. it's about doing pretend-ns, and blastin' down d streets. one would think that things would run dry in jurong but now it's learning new tricks. bizarre as it sometimes is, most other times it's about regularity and that makes it okay and maybe we'll all get past today. it's about knowing for sure now that one day next year things will be flying and i wont be the left anymore but the leaving. it's about the possibility of long hair and cold wind and motorbikes down long coast roads, and baby we all know the road is life. it's about knowing that pits lie around the corner but really if everyone was a little less hung up, we all really just get past because nobody's gonna die babe.

the city's aflood
and our love turns to rust
we're beaten and blown by the wind
trampled in dust
i'll show you a place
high on a desert plain
where the streets have no name