Tekster:
Maps Atlases

I don't think there is a sound than i hate more than the sound of your voice (when) you say that you don't love me anymore... I don't think there is

We've been living decorations And I'm sad to say To get another place we've Found seamless today To get another place we've found seamless today There

if this is the only way that i can let you know if this is the only way that i can make you sure that i'm tired of not thinking about anyone tired of

You and Me and the Mountain Compared our rolling tongues in the thin air, When we finally got to, We all cursed, just as expected there was no one there

this is my best friend's locker without hooks, still catching metal. crossing ponds with no plans for return. air-conditioned hum and 60% glass. milking

It's the grand opening and here we are with picks and pans to sift with our wrists on broken armrests the bitter taste of aluminum and.. broken glass

Pets and the sound of pets And the subtlety of traffic jams When building a glass friend We posted pictures of everyone we've known Traveling without

Where whose trees finally sigh And all the rain has covered Where I was pierced slowly by The happy humming all the more When you look out on the Midwest

you like to think of the names of the streets in the town where you came from then imagine the day when the signs were first hung and you're sure that