Lighter Deals

On the velvet couch,

the television plays on mute (humm)

He is standing by the driver's window,

trading truth

Selling cold plastic bottles on the hot concrete He wants a silver

lighter for the secrets on the street

And the doorway shadows grow

Watching signals start to change

Who is pulling back the thread?

Who is acting strange?

Tell me what you saw in the gridlock line (tell me now)

Trading

away the spark just to buy some time Now the screen is

dark and the room is cold For the smallest price,

all the truth is sold

Oh, let it burn

(let it burn) Just a spark in the dark

(let it turn)

TV flickering blue

on the wall... (shhh)