(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) ("A speed zone up here too") I never thought of this as funny It speaks another world to me I wanna be your Easter bunny
I hung my this or that (go away, go away, go away, go away) I laid my welcome mat (go away, go away) If I'm your oyster, where's the war? You leave me
of all of this as bittersweet me (chorus 2) I couldn't taste it I'm tired and naked I don't know what I'm hungry for I don't know what I want anymore
in spring Over the salt flats a hailstorm brought you back to me Here it comes (I'm carried away) Here it comes (I'm carried away) Here it comes Departure
slowly and sweet Phone, eat it, drink Just another chink Cuts and dents, they catch the light Aluminum, the weakest link I don't want to disappoint you I'm
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Blood from a stone Water from wine Born under earplay design A stroke of bad luck, Wrong place, wrong time This flyer is
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Nothing could be bring me closer Nothing could be bring me near Where is the road I follow? Believing, leave It's under,
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) It happened fast, it's over quick A little dust and the engine kicks Did your hands drift down off the wheel? A road owl
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I can't say that I love Jesus That would be a hollow claim He did make some observations And I'm quoting them today "Judge
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) You're movin' through rough waters motel boy, And swimming in your sleep How could I be so blind, mis-sighted, Not to see
it all, I'm giving up I won the race, I broke the cup, I drank it all, I spit it up Yeah, atomic, supersonic What a joke, I'm dumb See ya, don't wanna
the water Walk up off the water, leave it be This is not my time, sister It is cold in heaven And I'm not sprouting wings I'm drowning Me I'm drowning
deep We won't blink Your eyes are burning holes through me I'm not scared I'm outta here I'm not scared I'm outta here
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Blood from a stone Water from wine Born under earplay design A stroke of bad luck, Wrong place, wrong time This flyer is
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) I can't say that I love Jesus That would be a hollow claim He did make some observations And I'm quoting them today "Judge
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Nothing could be bring me closer Nothing could be bring me near Where is the road I follow? Believing, leave It's under