There it goes again, got a little habit Oh, oh, oh, stay away from him Clinging, gnawing things Tucked away like secrets Ah, ha oh, stay away from him
Don't feel small when I'm looking down. Don't get too high if I'm looking up at you. And if the answer looks at me I'll still say I don't know it, not
The Sunday Paper is a mess and I'm not gonna pick it up you are if I could just get on with it. It don't matter my hair's a mess cause you're not gonna
And as I stood in the place where I once saw a friend standing, I didn't mean to run away from you. I almost lost the chance to save myself. Mellie's
Just living on a Sunday morning Got my toast and tea and I'm warm And I just thought I'd think about All the things to get and keep getting Never enough
It gets loud down here Fourteen scurrying feet Getting as far away as feet can carry From under the dust I hear every one of you From under the dust
Like a gaping hole in the universe As obvious as anything could be Trip and fall pants at ankles as it as It only possible could be It's a cosmic thing
Appear and fade away So far so good And I'll tell you the story this time Plan too far ahead It's the same old thing Finally kicking it out this time
The saddest sound I've ever heard The saddest sound I've ever heard The quiet that takes the place of the silence That takes the place of your voice That
There it goes again, got a little habit. Stay away from him. Clinging, gnawing things tucked away like secrets. Stay away from him. It comes and goes
It gets loud down here. Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far away as feet can carry. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust
Like a gaping hole in the universe, as obvious as anything could be, trip and fall pants at ankles as it, as it only possible could be. It's a cosmic
Just living on a Sunday morning, got my toast and tea and I'm warm and I just thought I'd think about. All the things to get and keep getting, never
Appear and fade away, so far so good and I'll tell you the story this time. Plan too far ahead, it's the same old thing. Finally kicking it out this
The saddest sound I've ever heard; the saddest sound I've ever heard. The quiet that takes the place of silence that takes the place of your voice. You
