Teksty:
Jawbox My Scrapbook Of Fatal Accidents

some say history's best made secretly these green bones may break maybe flesh needs new bones anyway nothing shines in your eyes concede my oversight

i sunk my eyes in static you taught me how to see it now there's no sign of you at hand so i stop looking at it my head is splitting trying to read the

Dusk is dawn is day Where did it go? I've been laughing Fast and slow Moving in a still frame Howling at the moon Morning found me laughing Up and down

under my skin Said, I've got you, got you, got you under my skin Way down deep under my skin Way down deep under my skin Said, I've got you, got you, got you under my