It might be fun to have a kid that I could kick around A little me to fill up with my thoughts A little me or he or she to fill up with my dreams A way
I look good in a glass pack I look good and mean I look good in metallic, sick Wrap-around blackout tease I scud along the horizon I drink some sweet
I never thought of this as funny It speaks another world to me I wanna be your Easter Bunny I wanna be your Christmas tree I'll strip the world that
Nothing could be bring me closer Nothing could be bring me near Where is the road I follow? To leave it, leave It's under, under, under my feet The sea
Blood from a stone, water from wine Born under an ill-placed sign A stroke of bad luck, wrong place, wrong time This flyer is out of the line The story
Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26 hour trip Salt Lake City, coming in spring Over the salt flats, a hailstorm brought you back to me Salt
I know what I wanted I know what I wanted I know how I wanted this to be You go down to the water Drink down on the water Fly up off the water, leave
It happened fast, it?s over quick A little dust and the engine kicks Did your hands drift down off the wheel? A road owl hit your windshield An eyelash
Movin' through rough waters motel boy And swimming in your sleep How could I be so blind, miss-sighted Not to see there's something wounded deep Anyone
I can't say that I love Jesus That would be a hollow claim He did make some observations And I'm quoting them today 'Judge not lest ye be judged' What
Now this is horror movie stuff The muffin is peach, you're makin' love You mean this opera involves handcuffs? I lay defeated Yea, sour milk mouth, horseradish
I move across, innocence lost All flashing pulsar I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt I pass satellites You're so bitter, your complaint
Balancing on one wounded wing Circling the edge of the never ending The best of the vanished marvels Have gathered inside your door More than begin but
I'm looking out In every way I'm searching here For some display I couldn't find The hidden art To tell me how Adventures start I never knew where to
Balancing on One wounded wing Circling the edge Of the neverending The best of the vanished marvels have gathered inside your door More than begin But
Non sara un'avventura non puo essere soltanto una primavera questo amore non e una stella che al mattino se ne va. Non sara un'avventura questo amore
Translation: American Teen Soundtrack. The New Pornographers - Adventures In Solitude.
Translation: Adventure. The War (New Single).
