I found a book of matches
In the back seat of my car
20 Chances to cash in
I had 20 fires to start
So tell me why am I freezing
If everything is in flames?
I can feel my heart beating
I am starting to say
Everything's fine to the untrained eye
Everything's fine
Everything
They're still building the viaducts
Down on the Myrtle Avenue line
Sparks are falling like raindrops
Floating free of design
And of course there's a check mark
Picking a lock in my head
And you're sitting there behind the bathroom door
With the barricade in your hands
Everything's fine to the untrained eye
Everything's fine
Everything
Everything's fine to the untrained eye
Everything's fine
Everything
Everything's fine to the untrained eye
Everything's fine
Everything
Everything's fine to the untrained eye
Everything's fine
Everything