- Die Die
All the girls and all my friends and all the kids i know-
they pray out loud every day and still have nothing to say.
They still have nothing to say to me. Why?
I know they try.
Sometimes when i'm outside, and sometimes when i'm alone.
Neighbours and cops in my head, they drag me out of my bed,
with all the things that they said.
I know why: because they try.
I know they try.
Letras
- Airport
Baby Teeth
Bad Tattoo
Bass Sounds
Bodies
Cacophony
Caffeine or Me?
Cancel
Cherry Coke
concrete
Corduroy
Death Kit
Diazepam
Die Die
Empty There
Every Sister
Cada Irmã
Fatal Strategies
First Release
Gasoline
Halo of the Strange
Ice Or Ground?
If You Can Hold Your Breath
In Hundreds
It's 98 Stop
Nerve
New Martini
New New
Not To Call The Police
Number Six
On Cutting
One Less Blues
Operation: Sand
Original Spies
Outside Is The Drama
Pines
Remain Relaxed
Sever
Sing
Small Fires
South
The Angels Just Have To Show
The Last Wars
The Lived-But-Yet-Named
The New Hangout Condition
The Roots And The Ruins
The Same Stars
There Are Ghosts
This Day Next Year
This, Plus Slow Song
Today or Tomorrow
Tow Truck
Trophy
Up Nights
Water
What is Sleep?