Peter Murphy
Foam Cup pt. II

[Verse 1]
I saw a box of styrofoam cups
Split open on the freeway
Dropped and demolished by trucks
The brake lights blossomed but no one stopped
The floating white shards looked like seagulls
Dipping and diving on an open artery
And I crushed them with my car
Into tinier and tinier bits
(that floated away)
That would one day make it to my bloodstream
(into the sun)
Into tinier and tinier bits
(that floated away)
That would one day make it to my bloodstream
(into the sun)

[Bridge]
Where are you going?
Where are you going?
Where are you going?