the surface Between the ice and the stream there is three inches of air So I swam towards the light I let my breath get there first When I opened my eyes
: Anchormen spike their blood Wear masks of mud Cucumbers cut to fit their eyes And so no one would know how tired they've grown Of talking and telling
my empty room. And there?s a voice that speaks like someone?s right behind me. I turned around and found exactly what you would expect. Clothes I left on my floor
: The drunk kids, the catholics They?re all about the same They?re waiting for something Hoping to be saved Well I have been happy the past couple days
: I wish I saved up for rainy days cause they're the hardest to be dry I got no self control I'm always begging into telephones I bought a little from
that you never knew me, or at least not well enough. So i fill my gut with dark red wine until my brain shuts off and my eyes go blind. You won't see
: He always gets so mad things you laugh at. "Don't get so worked up" you'd say. But on the back deck you admit that you haven't felt much like laughing
: Claire's turning blonde for the summer I guess the sunlight just soaks into her hair and she sits next to me on the motorboat and shyly replies as
: Let's go place some money on the order of the horses Break the ribbon of that famous finish line And we'll gather up our stash babe Find a little
: No news that's good news someone's gonna break see things change i've been changing everything it's peaceful the pitch black when the last light on
: (feat. Nick Zinner of Yeah Yeah Yeahs) [Originally by Daniel Johnston] I was living in a devil town I didn't know it was a devil town Oh lord it
own life somewhere Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you, couldn't you, couldn't you, couldn't you, couldn't you?" With the sun beams bright You keep your eyes
: So, I?m just the medicine You take when you?re sick You get well and that?s it I?m put back on the shelf in your mirror And it isn?t exceptional The
his wife, she likes to talk on telephones But just to people far away Well, the big surprise was televised On a crowded couch their eyes grew wide and
: All eyes on the calendar Another year I claim of total indifference To here, the days pile up With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were
: The air was all dust and not so untamed the ground opened up and swallowed all of the rain and it swallowed you too into distance unknown as they sat
backwards, kid And show me to the door And I'll walk behind Out into the hot sunlight Where the world's very much alive Even when I close my eyes
that has been avoiding me. I started this letter I'm going to send it to Ruba. It will be blessed by her eyes on the gulf coast of Florida. With her
