Searchers - Matt Wilson

Searchers at the turnstile, everybody looked to you

You were the connection, my friend

Now the transformation, that was just a break from school, every stupid minute

pretend

When I get to your house tonight I can comprehend

Feels like the motion-sensing lights reveal my case, review my clothes,

my fucked up face

Now I think I want to trade my place, Connection Ace, Connection Ace,

Connection Ace

Do the occupation

That was just a break from school, every stupid minute pretend

When I get to your street tonight I go to the end

Feels like the motion-sensing lights reveal my case, review my clothes,

my fucked up stance

Now I think I want to trade my place, Connection Ace, Connection Ace,

Connection Ace

Now I think I need to hide my face, Connection Ace, Connection Ace,

Connection Ace

You were the connection to bags

When I get to your place tonight I can comprehend