Texty:
Transparent Things

A girl is painting like in the days of old Not how she sees it but rather how she?s told She paints her legs, her arms and toes Then she goes She?s painting

Blowing kisses in the sand I spun a globe between our hands And we, we picked Paris Adore the ardor in the air No other city can compare So why does

Do you want to know just how it feels? to have to sneak into your bedroom, And kiss you goodnight. Do you want to know just how it feels? When you say

If I were to say to you, big tits Would you hear another word I said If I were to say to you, small hips Would you wish me and my band mates dead What

When I was in seventh grade, a pact with me I made, I'd take it to the grave Thought I could make it on my own, that it's cool to be alone, now I know

We've been together, together for so long Everything has become so familiar We've had our problems we've known it all along She thought we'd work it

I awoke inside a dream Your face in front of me I see the sky in different blues And they all look good on you We?ll name the clouds like they?re our

I don?t like my kaleidoscope It seems to be broke Like some faux telescope A slip of hand I?m staring at new land And I don?t understand How the pieces