Crash Years - The New Pornographers

The skirts go up before the war

Among the madding crowds

They’re ruined, like the rest of us, ruined

Rest of us, ruined

You are a living doll riding the circle tracks

Behind the walls of clocks

And you’re ruined, like the rest of us, ruined

Rest of us, ruined

Traffic was slow for the crash years

There’s no other show like it 'round here

As a rule

Windows were rolled for the crash years

There’s no other show like it 'round here

As a rule

Light a candle’s end, you are a light turned low

And like the rest of us

You got those old eternity blues

Eternity blues

Your fingers raised, you’re looking for the word

What you want is 'accident'

Another drab spectacular view

Of what you can lose

Traffic was slow for the crash years

There’s no other show like it 'round here

As a rule

Windows were closed in the crash years

Honey child, you’re not safe here

As a rule

Traffic was slow for the crash years

There’s no other show like it 'round here

As a rule

Windows were rolled for the crash years

There’s no other show like it 'round here

As a rule

The ruins were wild

The ruins were wild

Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins were wild

The ruins were wild

Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins were wild

The ruins were wild

Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins were wild

The ruins were wild

Tonight will be an open mic

The ruins were wild

The ruins were wild

Tonight will be an open mic