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