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