Besedila:
Built To Spill

please I'm to blame for this my friend on a role and built to spill would you please built to spill would you please you will carry out your function

I'm not knocking Your want to carry that home Took it with you When you moved and got it broke Found the pieces We counted them all alone Didn't add

I heard what I said to you And it was so out of sync With the way I wanted to Make myself out to seem I don't like this air But that doesn't mean I'll

Wiggly days wiggly nights When it's dark bring in lights so you can see What a sound straight through my spine Bounced off me Makes me round 3-D sound

Finally I don't mind Worthless tries at finding something else Best not talk too loud You're not as smart as you require of them Your body breaks Your

time alright and all the lines of your life you make it fine and when it's later open up your window just in case you're a radar built to scan the deeps

you can't tell me that you don't know who you are it's there from the start any attempt that you make to escape this it comes with the package useless

Broken chairs, your body conforms to Out beyond the quiet garden You can bring the man form into trust Through the holes in my everydayness lends sustenance

I can't get that sound you make out of my head I can't even figure out what's making it No one else around even seems to be noticing It's only small enough