Album: The Bull, The Balloon, and The Family (Outtakes, Demos and Bonus Tracks)
She said, take a drink of my sprite
So you can think of me all night
Things left unsaid
Like, I'm amazed by this sight
And how I'd love it if you'd write
To me often to tell me how you've been
Been... Been...
We do the same things every weekend
We see the same faces every day
I wish a tornado would come and carry me
Far away
So tell me your interests
And do you think that it's for the best
That we could hang out
And used to nothingness
Yeah wouldn't that be great
Catch a movie, make it a date
And maybe next year
We'll meet at the same place
We do the same things every weekend
We see the same faces every day
I wish a tornado would come and carry me
Far away... away
I swear your feet are wings
And by that look on your face
There's no doubt on my mind
As to how it is you feel
So don't be scared tonight
I know you're all alone
But I'll come running
Well it's sweet you ride your bike
Yet sometimes I wonder what it's like
To be a girl getting all the attention
We do the same thing every weekend
We see the same faces every day
I wish a tornado would come and carry me
Far Away... Away
Yet it's too late alone