Pavement - frontwards

주인공은 사랑을 찾으려 애쓰고, 그 과정에서 사회의 부조리와 개인의 고통을 목격한다
빈 집과 쓸모없는 물건들이 상징하는 허무함 속에서도 고유의 스타일을 잃지 않으려 한다
비록 방향을 잃고 있지만, 여전히 그들은 각자의 방식으로 삶을 이어가고 있다

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 wasting
So much style and it's wasted
So much style and it's wasted
Now she's the only one who always inhales
Paris is stale and it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep
They never will
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clod, hold
Your cigarette cupped 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 and we're weavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it