Tytuł: Life Like Weeds

• Wykonawca: Modest Mouse
• Wyświetleń: 245

And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me
  I could have told you all that I love you
  And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from
  I could have told you all that I love you
  And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
  I could have told you all that I love you
  And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you'd met
  I could have told you all that I love you
  And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
  I wish I could have told you all:
  In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
  Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
  You're a rock to me
  I know where you're from, but where do you belong?
  In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath
  In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me
  All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
  Until there's nothin' left to breathe
  And you think you feel most everything
  And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
  To be pulled, strings to be pulled
  So you think you've figured out everything
  But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
  To be pulled, strings to be pulled
  All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
  Until there's nothing left to breathe
  Up until there's nothin' left to speak.
  Up until the better parts of space