Testi:
Elliott Smith Xo

Cut this picture into you and me Burn it backwards kill this history Make it over make it stay away Or hate'll say the ending that love started to stay

Everybody knows which way you go straight to over No one wants to see you inside of me straight to over I heard the hammer at the lock say you're deaf

Baby britain feels the best floating over a sea of vodka Separated from the rest Fights problems with bigger problems Sees the ocean fall and rise Counts

Everytime the day darkens down and goes away Pictures open in my head of me and you silent and cliche All the things we did and didn't say Covered by

I got a question mark A got a need to always take some shoot in the dark I don't have to make pretend the picture I'm in is totally clear You think that

Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love then ignore Put out and put away And so you'd soon be leaving me along like I'm supposed to be

I'm a color reporter But the city's been bled white And the doctor orders drinks all night to take away this curse But it makes me feel much worse Bled

I'll tell you why I don't want to know where you are I got a joke I been dying to tell you A silent kid is looking down the barrel To make the noise that

Bottle up and explode over and over Keep the troublemaker below Put it away, check out for the day In for a round of over-exposure The thing mother nature