Lyrics

White Flags in Suburbia

So good at following instructions.
So good at taking taking what may come.
Your favorite strategy is waiting
For someone to give you what you want.

[chorus]
You've got Italian tile.
You've got the rock star style.
But you know that you really don't have anything.
You let your days float by.
You let your white flag fly.
But I can hear you screaming from the hollow.

You've got a heavy metal fever.
You're like the storm that never lands.
Mr. Amercia, who are you?
It's the breaking of the making of an ordinary man.

[bridge]
Always thought you would be happier.

© Nathan Arizona 2007