"Sidelines" lyrics
Bruce Hornsby & Ezra Koenig Lyrics
(feat. Blake Mills)
I'm traveling down to Salem
I'm a judge at a jury trial
Got to get there by morning sunrise
Got to save someone's innocent life
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets, walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
Moving road, billboards flying by
Rental cars, tubes and tires and chains
Then everything around me silently linked
Signs generating reality
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
Now every surface lethal
Wipe it down and change your mood
A shapeless, creeping, growing thing
A Salem barrister's Waterloo
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets, walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
As we sit on the sidelines
Open up hysteria
Walk don't walk
I'm a judge at a jury trial
Got to get there by morning sunrise
Got to save someone's innocent life
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets, walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
Moving road, billboards flying by
Rental cars, tubes and tires and chains
Then everything around me silently linked
Signs generating reality
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
Now every surface lethal
Wipe it down and change your mood
A shapeless, creeping, growing thing
A Salem barrister's Waterloo
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
Open up, open up hysteria
Fear at a, at a fever pitch
Fever streets, walk don't walk
Crowded sky of ventilators
Antennas out, under the
Moving sky, moving sky
As we sit on the sidelines
Open up hysteria
Walk don't walk
Writer(s): Bruce Randall Hornsby, Blake Matthew Simon Mills
