I Can't Believe It's Not Rock: "Staging a Traffic Jam" Lyrics

On the burning bridge

Staging a traffic jam

Intention stained

Upon expression



Eyes the sky's darkest clouds

Constipated mountains of condensation



Eyes the sky's darkest clouds

Constipated mountains

Eyes the sky's darkest clouds

Constipated mountains of condensation



In a sense, it's innocence

(At the start there was innocence)

(Break my heart, doesn't make no sense)

It's my only defense

(Just start again, that's the recompense)

(Just learning to fly)

On a guilt trip and

(See this chair, see this empty room)

(There's my heart, there's my open wound)

Being held hostage

(Cause the end always comes too soon)

(Just try to get by)



Eyes the sky's darkest clouds

Constipated mountains of condensation



I'll wrap my heart around you

I'll wrap my arms around you

Falling down the stairs