Из альбома: Types of Wood
Heart's on fire, panties get tight; promise given, no truth forsaken.
Pink flamingos with their plastic bones; swimsuit ???, there's no home.
And your arms, they move too slow... And my heart, it beats too slow...
And your arms, they move too slow... And my feet, they burn my soul.
Ain't nobody's gonna control the bed; tummy aches inside my head.
Hard-pressed (?) suits with the broken zipper; bloody crayons melt your sweater,
And your arms, they move too slow... And my heart, it beats too slow...
And your arms, they move too slow... And my feet, they burn my soul.