| Song | I Don't Know Why She Burned up All Those Greylead Drawings |
| Artist | Tamas Wells |
| Album | On the Volatility of the Mind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:03.90] | I don’t know why she burned up all |
| [00:09.40] | those greylead drawings we saw in Castlemaine |
| [00:16.89] | the week my brother called about the car |
| [00:23.93] | I don’t know why she sold her clothes and broke her violin and bows |
| [00:33.94] | and scattered them around the living room when I arrived |
| [00:44.01] | |
| [01:03.21] | I told them all that she could see |
| [01:08.55] | some things that I believe were never there |
| [01:15.79] | like old men making copies of the keys |
| [01:23.78] | I don’t know why her hairs go grey |
| [01:27.98] | at night in my arms she’d say |
| [01:33.00] | how long we’d been together since the days at Albert Yard |
| [01:43.35] | |
| [01:45.68] |
| [00:03.90] | I don' t know why she burned up all |
| [00:09.40] | those greylead drawings we saw in Castlemaine |
| [00:16.89] | the week my brother called about the car |
| [00:23.93] | I don' t know why she sold her clothes and broke her violin and bows |
| [00:33.94] | and scattered them around the living room when I arrived |
| [00:44.01] | |
| [01:03.21] | I told them all that she could see |
| [01:08.55] | some things that I believe were never there |
| [01:15.79] | like old men making copies of the keys |
| [01:23.78] | I don' t know why her hairs go grey |
| [01:27.98] | at night in my arms she' d say |
| [01:33.00] | how long we' d been together since the days at Albert Yard |
| [01:43.35] | |
| [01:45.68] |
| [00:03.90] | I don' t know why she burned up all |
| [00:09.40] | those greylead drawings we saw in Castlemaine |
| [00:16.89] | the week my brother called about the car |
| [00:23.93] | I don' t know why she sold her clothes and broke her violin and bows |
| [00:33.94] | and scattered them around the living room when I arrived |
| [00:44.01] | |
| [01:03.21] | I told them all that she could see |
| [01:08.55] | some things that I believe were never there |
| [01:15.79] | like old men making copies of the keys |
| [01:23.78] | I don' t know why her hairs go grey |
| [01:27.98] | at night in my arms she' d say |
| [01:33.00] | how long we' d been together since the days at Albert Yard |
| [01:43.35] | |
| [01:45.68] |