Paroles:
Mould Bob

What you say, what you mean And the space between those words What you know anymore I don't think so anymore What you say, what you mean And the distance

It began sometime last week The feeling that most everything Was changing for the worse All the triggers pulled at once So begins my ugly fall from grace

Standing at the Argos Basement where the sex goes Centuries of seed and stain Underwater we remain Nederlander profile Round and nose of straight line

Days go by I wait to see the city lights Clear view sky I've got to make the most of this I rewind the interstate In my distant memory Hateful logical

Look through the classifieds, maybe I'll find a friend who cares Decent and true but my interests are few And how would I reply? Start with, I've never

Early cloudy Sunday morning A somber letter I did write To let you know the status of this Alcoholic madness, we have landed hard You deny that there

This would be the sound of me Looking for some kind of closure You so sad, you just lost The best thing you never had All those dreams I believed I woke

You think you love him Or someone like him He reminds you of a boy You dated once or twice Just about the same size Just about the same eyes The only

I recall what it felt like years ago And it's all I wanna know, yeah And if I don't seem to deal too well With being left alone It's only 'cause I want