- You Dot, Me Dot, T-Dot
If we had to share it all, like the communists
One thing they'd never get to know is your perfect kiss
Or what it's like to spend a night in an empty bed
With nothing but some pills and you swimming through my head
You glide like Manta Rays and play my heart like a banjo
Slide me down like Scotch, I watch you fly off the handle
I'd rather write than read and bleed a pen on fresh paper
Watch it fly like kites to heights that rival skyscrapers
I'd drag our names from a plane across the sky and
I'd watch it fall in flames just the same as you and I that's why
I'd rather write than read and bleed a pen on fresh paper
Watch it fly like kites to heights that rival skyscrapers
I'd like to count your bones all one by one with my hands and
Live inside your house once your gone and it's abandoned
So now I hit the bottle until it hits me back
And mess around with love to see what it sets me back
Cause I'm tired of all the folks and their shady practices
And girls who live on lies and backseat mattresses
When the morning comes like a swift hijack
You can steal boys' hearts but I want mine back
I'd drag our names from a plane across the sky and
I'd watch it fall in flames just the same as you and I
There's a long way left to go when we don't know where we're going
We don't know where we're going; we're lost and who gives a damn
Letras
- A Mind's Dying Verse (the Solitary Stone)
A Mind's Dying Verse (You and the Wine)
A Song For Sports
A Telegram From The Future: I'M SORRY. STOP.
C'Mon
Golden Years
Goodbye Razor, Hello Lazer
Hurtin' 4 Certain
Incandescent Hearts
It's Actually Going To Happen
It's Not Really Cold When It Snows
It's Over, It's Nothing
Karkarodon Karkarius
Let's Get Ready To Crumble
New England Winters
Our Pen's Out of Ink
Paul Simon
Pine Prisonyard
Precious Metals
Red Red Wine
Sentiments Vs. Syllables
Still Life
The Hall of Fame of Things I Despise
The Matador's Theme
The Plight Of The Flightless Bird
The Science Of The Seasons
These Seven Notes
Troy Weight
Two Dots On A Map
When The Sun Drops Like An Anvil
Why You Gotta Do That Thang?
You Dot, Me Dot, T-Dot
Your Big Brown Eyes and My Big Broke Heart
Your Life On Magnetic Tape