[ti:The Shins]
[ar:Know Your Onion!]
[al:]
[00:08.72]Shut out, pimpled and angry.
[00:14.02]I quietly tied all my guts into knots.
[00:17.84]Gave up on trying to make them,
[00:21.39]I figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides...
[00:26.17]It was undeniably clear to me i don't know why
[00:30.71]When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
[00:37.42]I knew what worthless dregs we've always been.
[00:40.51]Lucked out and found my favorite records
[00:43.42]Lying in wait at the birmingham mall.
[00:46.39]The songs that i heard,
[00:49.67]The occasional book
[00:51.14]Were the only fun i ever took.
[00:55.60]And i got on with making myself.
[01:02.79]The trick is just making yourself.
[01:16.48]But when they're parking their cars on your chest
[01:19.55]You've still got a view of the summer sky
[01:23.66]To make it hurt twice when your restless body
[01:27.12]Caves to its whims
[01:31.53]And suddenly struggles to take flight...
[01:39.16]Three thousand miles north east
[01:45.03]I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads.
[01:49.84]"what kind of life you dream of? you're allergic to love."
[01:53.11]Yes i know but i must say in my own defense
[01:57.64]It's been undeniably dear to me, i don't know why
[02:02.48]When every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters
[02:07.30]I knew the worthless dregs we are,
[02:11.21]The selfless, loving saints we are,
[02:14.57]The melting, sliding dice we've always been.