Teksty: Elliott Smith. Figure 8. Everything Reminds Me Of Her.

I never really had a problem
Because of leaving
But everything reminds me of her
This evening
So if I seem a little out of it, sorry
But why should I lie?
Everything reminds me of her
The spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple
And I gotta hear the same sermon all the time now from you people
Why are you staring into outer space crying
Just because you came across it and lost it?
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her
Everything reminds me of her