Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that
are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them
now -- displaced they're easily more safe --
the worst of it now: I can't remember your face.
For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.
The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll,
and things get bent into shape...
Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face.
You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,
you were supposed to grow old.
Return. You were supposed to return.
- Get Over It
- Don't Ask Me
- You're So Damn Hot
- What To Do?
- 1000 Miles Per Hour
- Shortly Before the End
- C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips
- The Fix Is In
- Hello, My Treacherous Fri..
- Bye, Bye, Baby