Tw Walsh How We Spend Our Days
let me tell you a secret about myselfif i could, i'd keep
all my books on a single shelf
i'd record everything i hear for my future lives,
dissect every one of your thoughts with the dullest
knives
that's not the worst of it
you've got to first commit
return me to the ground
i'm (n)either thrown away (n)or found
i read the news, what have we got to lose, 'cause it will
set us free
me and you, we know some of it is true because it has to
be
we spend our days defining an age, does it bother you?
silent frames: it can be arranged if you and me are
through
that's not the worst of it
you've got to first commit
return me to the ground
i'm (n)either thrown away (n)or found
