A History of Sport Fishing [Thee More Shallows]

I'll sew the stars to the backs of my eyes so they won't seem so far from my sight. I'll feather my hair and go out on the town and no one's going to bring me down. I'll harness my hopes to the first car I see but if it drives by it won't bother me.

Oh my god, are Thou glad? I think we found the perfect map to the song in your head Before they pronounced you dead. So keep our hands tightly tied and our mouths open wide We will sing out all the time and say nothing and be satisfied Is it wrong to