Tekster:
Glassjaw Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence

you're made into) You're raptured by a guilty stifle down And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you Look at you, you know it's true It's a field

If she's waiting, we'll leave I'm so gracious, I've got you here If you touch it, it's cold If you drop it, it breaks If you hug it, it shivers Hold

autographs in your town Who you fucking now? You fucking in this shit You shit to me, you mean shit I don't love her, you shit, you mean shit You fucking

too We just might work out fine because I love you enough To let you give the pain that I want And when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you

while you Heave at the drain You can lead a whore to water And you can bet she'll drink and follow orders And I said,"Is this what you wanted? Is this

Just to say he saw you on your knees I burn the lamp, when I burn, when I do I do everything I do for you But he hates you, hates you And I guess it

a cold, having just been mugged feeling. In the sun I've got this for you it's under my finger nails. I brought this for you. It's typically Sunday.