Synchronicity Songtext
von Diners

The roaring sounds of applause
From Bob Stadium
The home team had won
The others suffered of loss
As sparks and flares
Filled up the air

And they can be seen
From down the street
In an old punk house
Where I used to live


The joyous sounds of applause
From funny world
For hug of war
And as the people let out
And saw sparks and flares
Fill up the air

It really seemed
That the fireworks
Were meant for them
So perfectly

It′s not about baseball
It's not about punk rock
It′s synchronicity, synchronicity
It's not about baseball
It's not about punk rock
It′s synchronicity, synchronicity
Synchronicity, synchronicity


How do you feel about that?
Uh, I felt good
I felt like there might have been a stutter in it
And not like a vocal stutter, but like a rhythmic stutter
But also this song I really wanna keep, I don′t—