Texty: Sunny Day Real Estate. LP2. Iscarabaid.

Now they're swerving when I give
And now it's turning away from my impression at all
It's choleric months in baritone
But waiting for the tide out
Right in they're calling me

Words at hiding are revoked
But waiting for this I'll blend in the covering
When it's tried, embarrass
A late song in the late leaf
Things will come anywhere

Inside of me
Outside of you
Waiting closer to there
I'd swear that goes with our dreams
What's wrong with me
Another side of you

In every type a value
But now it's turning away from my impression at all
There was a time when running
I went swimming
And you pulled me to come back

Long weeks hiding melody
And now it's starting awake at my impression at all
The clock strikes hope
And time to bring
But now it's turning into a beast like you

I don't need them
Light the way there
Inside of me
Outside of you
Going closer to there
And swear that you've seen better things
Wipe the slate
What am I to sing?
Many clothes to borrow
To quell that song