10. 14. 99 2 — текст песни (Elliott Smith)

The sweet hot(? ) of the passing hour

My make ups starting to crack

People talk behind my back

And I dont like that



See the man of the moment

Trying to get himself in my shot

Telling everyone hes not

Confidence artist



Theres so many people

Theres so many people

Theres so many people

You gotta settle the score



Look a little bit closer now

See if the side you can take

The suspense has to got break

And it will someday



Still life in a darkened room

Will be flooded with light

And it might make you uptight

But you wont die from exposure



Theres so many people

Theres so many people

Theres so many people

You gotta settle the score



Theres so many people

Too many people

No no no



Im just enchanted now

Some other time



If youre seeing something

That youre not supposed to see

Youll be charged a penalty

And youll pay forever



I been working night and day

Building sets on a lot

In a land that time forgot

Captured here in my camera



Theres so many people

Theres so many people

Theres so many people

You gotta settle the score



Theres so many people

Too many people

No no no



Im too enchanted now

Some other time

Some other time