Besedila:
Alanis Morissette Flavors Of Entanglement

I am driving in my car up highway one I left L.A. without telling anyone There were people who needed something from me But I am sure they?ll get along

Reborn and shivering Spat out on new terrain Unsure, unconvincing This faint and shaky hour Day one, day one, start over again Step one, step one, I

Something so benign from me Construed as cruelty Such a difference between Who I am and who you see Conclusions you come to of me Routinely incorrect

have never even imagined I declare a moratorium on things relationship I declare a respite from the toils of liaison I do need a breather from the flavors of entanglement

I start up in the north, I grow from special seed I sprinkle it with sensibility From French and Hungarian snow I linger in the sprouting until my engine

: I start up in the north I grow from special seed I sprinkle it with sensibility from French and Hungarian snow I linger in the sprouting until my engine

: I miss your smell and your style And your pure abiding way Miss your approach to life And your body in my bed Miss your take on anything And the music

: Coercing or leaving Shutting down and punishing Running from rooms, defending Withholding, justifying These versions of violence Sometimes subtle

: (Japanese Bonus Track) I would never have been in such a rush I would never have tried to control I would never have worn such 'fear lenses' I would