Teksty:
Tragically Hip

I left your house this morning About a quarter after nine Coulda been the Willie Nelson Coulda been the wine When I left your house this morning It was

You are everywhere, within and without Where it don't matter what we used to do now Where I feed my people when I get behind the plow When I write the

Is it a mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear? We never seen a stranger 'round here Is it the way the dust clings to the air But you'd swear, you'd swear

When the drugs hit you Tingly begins Conviction plus tone equals hope Under the threat of separation The nadir's fluorescent The shriek of a gull Suspended

The reactor's down, I guess for labor day today It's the first day I ain't seen great plume of steam From across the lake, from across the lake Hey, that

Got a window-washer's head for an unmakeable bed For loneliness the past is no place to Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a

We were a blown out of wicked proportions An accidental company If we said, we're gonna go out and get all tore up tonight Then we did, we got a little

I remember a girl on her cellphone Surrounded by her friends Eyes flickering, she's trying To smother a smile in her hands Is it someone for us Someone

He was a coal miner in the spring Blinded with it's dusty resolutions Broke his back for higher contributions Now he'd take anything Well, she was 1970