It's surprising how little things we lose
I was walking through the streets of soho
looking for a diamond ring
but I didn't find a thing
not a necklace, not a bracelet, not a shoelace, not an old friend
not a new friend in the faces of the crowd

and the streets were paved with cigarette butts...

it's surprising how little's on the ground
considering we walk around
and lose and lose what's never found
someone has got to be the one
to find the long lost answers
banana peels and orange rinds

but we suck on our cigarettes
as if one day they will save use
as if one day they'll return the favor
as if one day they will crave us...

it's surprising how little things we know
I was walking through my mindscape
and I didn't find a thing
it's surprising how little things we know
I was walking through my mindstreet
red light stop and green light go
and I didn't get run over

but we suck on our cigarettes
as if one day they will save use
as if one day they'll return the favor
as if one day they will crave us...

ah ah, reghina...