This story is past tense and I did not want my cover blown Thought well enough was left alone and who decided you'd rescue me? Yeah, I do agree a bent
I'm so... I am so selfish I am so selfish I am so selfish In dust we end industrial Virtuous or virtual You might find a prince of men Until that time my name is Penn
Well you cut me to the quick with some kind of abandon and I'm pouring over every word in my mind And it isn't making sense 'cause it's coming back at
When you're on a high with no telling how you got there I might catch your eye from a world beneath you How do you? Don't you recognize what you are
I picked up that something of it I could still try to make Then watch me blink and overlook What I undertake 'Til I don't try I don't try and I don't
Monday seventeen degrees the shadows disappear all around you dear until it's loud and clear isn't it the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
Leave it for a while; come back Leave it for a while; come back Leave it for a while; come back What would make a smile on you? Are you closing in?
She's there separating orange from rind and i sit at her station every time so what ever happened to common courtesy now one in a million seems one more
I don't care that you won't quit this notion of burying the carnival but what the hell is in your potion that's made you so dull? So I cannot make a blind
Every eye will go to you You do not have a doubt 'Cause baby, these appearances Are what it's all about And if I told you how that looks You'd say, I
I shook upon a bridge On a fault on the north ridge Where I placed a picture of you on my Etch-A-Sketch I give you now the river And it is too a river
If you wipe the slate let me start again from this moment on We've been through this before every single time that i thought you had gone Well I'm out
Sweet Miranda brings me the wine We have had our fill of almost everything turning thistledown laughter I would take her blue cue too late I would say
I won't ever get used to this A blank spot temptations do resist The other shoe will drop Just an aftershock Nice hat, you look like a referee Nice watch
In a little while I'll forget your name and with the time we had I will do the same 'cause I can't belong to any future the past's a never ending overture
What a scene what a drama just to find the door that was mean that was totally uncalled for have you reached the point where you must choose between
Whatever news you had Whatever shoes you had Whatever made you mad enough On the promenade you can Give it a rest Give it a seat Or in the glass you can
Fordítás: Mann, Aimee. Ketten - Aimee Mann és Michael Penn.