OH, THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID

ANYTHING THAT FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY

She’s running through tomorrow

In search of anything that feels like yesterday

She’ll praise the walls around her

And curse the sunlight that dares to touch her face

She isn’t sorry

She’s not to blame

Virgin so filthy

She feels no shame

As she kissed the sun goodnight

And she welcomed the dark with open arms

The candle burned her hand but she waited

She waited for the guiding stars

She isn’t grateful

She isn’t proud

She never should have

Spoke those words aloud

And some piece of truth

Will bury itself inside of you

In the comfort of your ignorance

You’ll find the way to be nothing

To live and learn to love to hate your life

And some piece of truth

Will bury itself inside of you

And some piece of truth

Will bury itself inside of you

Turn the lights off and pray for sleep

We’re all make believe

There is no need to wake up this time

This is forever here stretching out in front of you

And all your hopes are gone your dreams are lost

And everything you ever were was a lie

 

 

20 Years

2000 Summers

A Ghost Of Rebecca

America's Dream

Anything That Feels Like Yesterday

Chicken Little

Falling Out

Friend

God Is A Funny Guy

In Memory Of The Spark Of Initial Eye Contact

Losing Sleep

Lost

Meantime Fascination

Million Eyes

More Than Marshmallows

No One Else

Portrait

Sentimental

September Mourning

Shut Up

Southeast

Stars Fade

Tell Kim I Said Hi

The Hopeless Romantic

The Next Failure

Tomorrow's Gesture

*Willseyville Answering Machine Songs