From my tape deck there's a recklessness. Inflections of the world we want. All my friends, my rusty truck. Were just specs of love, directionless. Well call this band just what we want. We can
As we move forward towards the new millennium. We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections. It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis. We will open your mind and concentrate
you're forever, now you're music that'll never die. Yo, it's timeless. I hear inflections of forever in your high pitch. Put my face to your chest, hear the bass in your breath. And baby my whole mind
you're forever, now you're music that'll never die. Yo, it's timeless. I hear inflections of forever in your high pitch. Put my face to your chest, hear the bass in your breath. And baby my whole mind
