burying me deep in the sand, seeing shopping carts rusting on the east river, longing for a quiet death. here is my hand. trace my lifeline with your finger until we collapse in the sand. nnnnwe all have a plan. what's yours? nnwe all have a plan. what's yours? nnnnwrite me a screenplay. design me a tattoo. _ skylines and tell them i won't be in today, for i've gone to fall on my face, to hail me some taxis and to scatter rollerbladers all over the place. nnnnwe all have a plan. what's yours? nnwe all have a plan. what's yours?nnnnyes, i've gone to fall on my face, to eat watermelon on the steps of the dakota, and to lay on our stomachs killin' saturdays. yeah, this is my plan. what's yours? yeah, this is my plan. what's yours? and here is my hand.. where's yours? yeah, you are my plan.. what's yours?