الأغاني: Pavement. Crooked Rain Crooked Rain. Gold Sounds.

Go back to those gold sounds
And keep my advent to your self
Because it's nothing I don't like
Is it a crisis or a boring change?

When it's central, so essential
It has a nice ring when you laugh
At the low life opinions
And they're coming to the chorus now

I keep my address to yourself
'Cause we need secrets
We need secrets, cret, cret, cret, crets
Back right now

Because I never wanna make you feel
That you're social
Never ignorant soul
Believe in what you wanna do

And do you think that is a major flaw
When they rise up in the falling rain
And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
The trial's over, weapon's found

Keep my address to myself
Because it's secret
'Cause it's secret, cret, cret, cret
Cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret, cret
Back right now

So drunk in the August sun
And you're the kind of girl I like
Because you're empty and I'm empty
And you can never quarantine the past

Did you remember in December
That I won't eat you when I'm gone
And if I go there, I won't stay there
Because I'm sitting here too long

I've been sitting here too long
And I've been wasted
Advocating that word for the last word
Last words come up, all you've got to waste