It´s a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you´re so far-sighted that you can´t place trust
In what or who you recognize
We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river
Mary timony was smaller then a super ball...
Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers
Plain and simply broken down near olympia
I think your bruise was understanded,
´cause you can´t feel this anymore
It´s getting bluer and you can´t keep faking
That you can´t feel this anymore