Из альбома: Fallow
Had one of those days when you want to try heroin,
drunk driving, some form of soft suicide
Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings or peeling the paint off of things to confide
Teach me to wiggle my ears like that,
show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike
Ask me the questions you never want answers to
We can re-write them however we like
Stop the hardwood floor's lopsided grin
Leave the dirt and dead flowers in a brown coffee
Let your hand melt a hole in the frost
Peer out under a sky that looks just like a shirt I lost
Maybe someday the lies we've led around will crawl under our beds and sleep off the years