الأغاني:
Hersh Kristin Strange Angels

Chinese food and your sleeping back We're born-again losers It's funny Honey, you know, this is not so bad Hanging around, wired for sound It's funny

This war's Ok In a sweet old fashioned way Like a game we play Guilty of something we forgot I wasn't staring I was just looking far away Dazzled by

That sky is a-shine with sheen Those eyes are a green machine Spare me your whining In my rainy gazebo tree Deep in my silver pit The walls are all

Hey again, up for a spin ? Pretty rain makes you smile Pretty rain makes you smile This is something Why don't you come in ? This is some swell trash

In the race but out of step You struggle to hold up your head Like a river you fight your own bed I'm needing backyard sanctuary I'm on breaktime Where

Must've been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk Got rock candy brains and that head of yours Full of holes, full of holes Terry cloth's about

When he stares, it's like he's splitting hairs I'm a wreck when he's here, I swear Fill a glass up with shiny tacks I'm feeling sharp I am numb, I am

I guess you heard, hell you're so weird Like a spider, always here You never stay, hell you're so strange You let me drown in my own wave I'm stained