Из альбома: Untended Stories
At the start of something new I can't release you
A broken down bus on a black new bus lane
Jason's in the back
He's giving me a sermon that won't catch on
And my hand has ten things in it
One of them is always yours
At the start of something new I can't release you
And it's very hard to drive from the southside to the northside
Biography, paint me later
Paint me true but paint me later
In it we can cough and ache through love
And no-one else can talk about my life
Because I can't release you at the start of something new
I can't release you at the start of something new for you