Cannot Get, Started - Handsome Furs

When in the prop of the morning

With the traffic and the canon lights

On and on till the evening

With its thick and orange light

I know the nervous walk here

The whole city tried to eat itself

You kill some track to zero

Working hard just to get yourself

Sometimes I can’t get it started

Back from nothing

Sometimes I can’t get it started

It is a mass production

All the blank little minutes align

On and on 'till the evening

Where it’s black and orange light

And now we nervous walk here

Swinging arms like satellites

And now we’re nervous walking

Until the body won’t sleep through the night

Sometimes I can’t get it started

Back from nothing

Sometimes I can’t get it started

Sometimes I can’t get it started

Back from nothing

Sometimes I can’t get it started

Where we lies is a little burned

Spinning around

Don’t they know that the hours move slow?

And I can’t get it started

And I can’t get it started

And I can’t get it started

And I can’t get it started

Where we lies is a little burned

Spinning around

Don’t they know that the hours move slow?

Slow?