European Son - Japan

Scurrying across the broadwalk

Some places I tend to forget

Echoings deep in my throat

It’s so cold in this luncheonette, well

Somebody wants to know you

An ordinary boy

Somebody wants to know you

A standard polaroid, well

Here I am

European son

Sometimes the passenger

European son

Here I am

Suffragettes in Washington

Disposable serviettes

Searching for the quiet life

There’s no love in this luncheonette, well