This machine is killing me.

I pretended it was Maple Leaf.

Lost words never die, never go home.

Lost words never stand a chance.

You told me you wish you were dead But I don't believe that I still wonder how you're sleeping I don't feel bad, but I'm sorry It's killing me.

I pretended it was maybelline.

On a motorbike

in a 50 curve to another life where they make you cut your hair impatient with a rifle and your papers weightless but not scared this machine is killing me i pretended it was make believe Never go home, lost boys.

Phoebe, you've got another song for us.

Yeah, this one's called Smoke Signals.

I went with you up to the place you grew up in We spent a week in the cold Just long enough to hold in it with you Any longer it would have got old Singing ace of spades when Lemmy died But nothing's changed, LA's alright I'm sleeping in my bed again I'm getting in my head And I walk around the reservoir And you You must have been looking for me Sending small Circling, burning trash out on the beach.

One of your eyes is always half shut Something happened when you were a kid I didn't know you then and I'll never understand why It feels like I did How soon is it now in an 80s sedan? You slept inside of it because your dad lived in a campground in the back of a van.

You said that song will creep you out till you're dead.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

You must have been looking for me Sending small hoax signals back and circling Burning trash out on the beach I wanna live at the Holiday Inn Where somebody else makes the bed We'll watch TV while the light's on the street Put all the stars to death It's been on my mind since Bowie died Just checking out the hide for life All of our problems I'm gonna solve them It's you riding shotgun Speeding iron with cops And you You must have been looking for me Sending smoke Running trash out on the beach Mmm Buried a hatchet It's coming up lavender The future's unwritten The past is a corridor I'm at the exit Looking back through the hole You are anonymous I am a concrete

And then we're going to let you get back to work.

Phoebe, you've got another song for us.

Yeah, this one's called Smoke Signals.

I went with you up to the place you grew up in We spent a week in the cold Just long enough to hold in it with you Any longer it would have got old Singing ace of spades when Lemmy died But nothing's changed, LA's alright I'm sleeping in my bed again I'm getting in my head And I walk around the reservoir And you You must have been looking for me Sending small Circling, burning trash out on the beach.

One of your eyes is always half shut Something happened when you were a kid I didn't know you then and I'll never understand why It feels like I did How soon is it now in an 80s sedan? You slept inside of it because your dad lived in a campground in the back of a van.

You said that song will creep you out till you're dead.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

You must have been looking for me Sending small hoax signals back and circling Burning trash out on the beach I wanna live at the Holiday Inn Where somebody else makes the bed We'll watch TV while the light's on the street Put all the stars to death It's been on my mind since Bowie died Just checking out the hide for life All of our problems I'm gonna solve them It's you riding shotgun Speeding iron with cops And you You must have been looking for me Sending smoke Running trash out on the beach Mmm Buried a hatchet It's coming up lavender The future's unwritten The past is a corridor I'm at the exit Looking back through the hole You are anonymous I am a concrete

And then we're going to let you get back to work.