new propeller

Nada Surf

There s a new propeller
Churning up our days
There s a whirlpool spinning
Digging us our graves
There s a growing menu
Of brand new mistakes
Same old ground
I ve always walked on
Now they call it fake

Don t be afraid
You won t be replaced
Don t be afraid
You won t be erased

There s a new day coming
We don t know its name
There s new methods brewing
Some will be the same
There s a growing feeling
Going down the drain
Same old ground
I ve always walked on
There s always new pain

Don t be afraid
You won t be replaced
Don t be afraid
You won t be erased

There s a brand new flavor
Acidic in its taste
There s a brand new picture
Colors gone to waste
There s a growing feeling
Nobody is chaste
Same old ground
I ve always walked on
Sliding in the lake

You felt a bright white light
You gave it a name
And you set a price
Ok there may be a god
And they love you
With all their heart
But there s no place underground
There is no devil hound

We re alone
But you are the door prize
Watch it go, it s a lovely twilight