Vārdi:
Akordi

I wonder what we'll play for you tonight Something heavy or something light, something to set your soul alight I wonder how we'll answer when you say "

There is a dead Opera star Floating in the great Dismal swamp And he was wearing A dress with watermelons on it And he stuffed his bra With spanish moss

( Drag City Supersession album ) There is no comfort so Familiar as the silence Inasmuch as we touch We understand each other As for us we've become

I hear it in your silence, when you don't speak What was funny then, isn't funny anymore I can hear it in your voice, there's always a catch We're going

On a highway bound for nowhere I ran my fingers through my tangled hair As I pulled in for another tank of freedom With a hundred miles behind me and

I'm writing young and gifted In my autobiography I figured who would know Better than me I'm certainly the former But I'm not so much the latter But

Where is my camera? This picture denies all my ties To this side of the road. And maybe in Florida I'd hold up myself for the keys to the cramp in your

You played those notes a year ago But nobody ever seems to mind You're so sweet Upon request from her dad She takes a seat centre stage And starts to

You touched my hand I'm not a fan You held a dance in your basement The mirror ball The horse's stall There was no arrangement You're so thin Where'