Pavement Follow

I am the only one searchin' for you
And if I get caught, then the search is through.
And the stories you hear, you know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news

Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome
Well, I've got style, miles and miles

So much style that it's wastin'
So much style that it's wastin'
So much style that it's wastin'

She's the only one who always inhales
'Cause Paris is stale and it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep and they never will
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clod
Hold your cigarette cuts to the inside

Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style, miles and miles

So much style that it's leavin'
This pattern's torn that we're weavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it