A photograph Of a city's streets lit up so bright That it subdues All one would a**ociate with night A Berlitz course It chatters breathlessly with you You're splayed on the floor Among maps marked off with shaking hands But I can't plan that far in advance No one will acknowledge that Amber vials They flank each windowsill and shelf The contents expire And are replaced with something else Results return And days, once undefined, contract So close the guides Let's just try and keep this candle lit 'Cause I can't plan that far in advance No one will acknowledge that I'm constantly held back By the impression that nothing is mine But overlapping dreams I generate to pa** the time Between catastrophes I can't plan that far in advance No one will acknowledge that