Astoria - PLTS

Stumbling down the halls I’m leaving

Fighting with the thought

Of calling you again, I’m calling you again

4 A.M., the bag is empty

Rising to the fall

Of calling you again, I’m calling you again

Pick up, pick up, pick up the phone

Pick up, pick up, pick up

I’m outta my head

Can’t get you outta my head

And I walk above the drunken sleaze

Don’t sleep, Astoria

We could meet along Lawson Street

Don’t sleep, Astoria

I believe in romance, baby

Come and sink some more

I’m calling you again, I’m calling you again

My polyphonic thoughts of you

Are rotten to the core

I’m calling out again, I messed it up again

Pick up, pick up, pick up the phone

Pick up, pick up, pick up

I’m outta my head

Can’t get you outta my head

And I walk above the drunken sleaze

Don’t sleep, Astoria

We could meet along Lawson Street

Don’t sleep, Astoria

(I'm outta my head)

(Can't get you outta my head)

And I walk above the drunken sleaze

Don’t sleep, Astoria

(Can't get you outta my head)

We could meet along Lawson Street

Don’t sleep, Astoria

I’m outta my head

Can’t get you outta my head

And I walk above the drunken sleaze

Don’t sleep, Astoria

We could meet along Lawson Street

Don’t sleep, Astoria