Bricks - Tunng

The bicycles inside your skull
Send you away, and out you go
Into the street, where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you
And pin them up, to clouds and trees, and aggrovate your paranoy
And shivering fears, and rolling a aches, can you not see a star out there

Where all the bricks are bright and free
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free

There lives a skin around your self
Drop off and let the others through
In reds and whites and blacks and blues
Each face it shines, or breaks the new
And in a big tall building, she lets out her hair into the street
Where cars, and trucks, career through it
Until the ends get wrecked and split

But all the doors are bright and free
And all the doors are bright and elegant and free

The sun revolves around the sun, and then around a bright black moon
And in a cafe by the sea, you stirr your tea, and suck your spoon
And when you breakfast comes, your miles away, and all your eggs get cold
You're where the light is blinding bright
And all the windows turn to you

Where all the bricks are bright and free
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free

Where all the bricks are bright and free
Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free