Hi Fi Songtext
von Spygirl

Hats and streamers, telephone breathers
Trumpeting sky, hi fi boulevard
After the rain, before the witnesses
Under the altar of business believers
Billowing stacks of fortune cigarettes

Making it home, barely stumbling
Tell-tale fingers cold and fumbling


Falling into the yard sale of evolution
Warning light on the telephone line
Family trees stand taller than skyscraping new solutions
Off the coast there′s a spot where the water is fine

Gravy traders, window paraders
Hand on the bible, eye on the carbon copy machines
And billboard horoscopes
Shining platinum over the
Castaway hardened beliefs and lightweight promises

Barely visible as it gets colder
Soft in the ear, hot on the shoulder


Falling into the yard sale of evolution
Warning light on the telephone line
Family trees stand taller than skyscraping new solutions
Off the coast there's a spot where the water is fine