What if I came over instead? No arguements, your evidence is dead. Forever. Try living, don't just play pretend. The mystery, its all inside your head
The critics sit back and burn the souls The classic dies they won't let go LBJ's lonely inked face on a set of presidential matchbooks On the wood of
I pass through the nations dream, this time I realize those hollow and distant scenes. They try to take apart my mind. I'm all shooken up Past residue
you left last night Holding back was quite the same When you asked "Why not?" Every day's a different day So this is how you're known Loud speaker over