I hear you   run down the stairs   who will you be today?      a little dance   not too advanced   you try to embarrass me      every day is an empty click   in case my friend   you forget to load it      I make things up   I make them mine   the saint-bugs are back in town      spring is here   accelerates   logic does not apply      the warehouse no   don't stop let's go   it's locked we'll come back tonight      every day is an empty click   in case my friend   you forget to load it      there go our sisters   so young and cool   out with their friends   and there own set of rules      when you smile   you sometimes look   endangered almost exstinct      it helps to feel   alive and well   there's breath on the mirror still      every day is an empty click   in case my friend   you forget to load it      you could ask the kids   fresh out of the swings   but the knowledge is silent   as it's always been      the writing stays up on the wall   although it has been said before      nothing lasts but look I was here   the name and the date   a short message the year