Il testo della Record collector

Lissie

Im tired of saying
That i wont get lost ever again
Who knows, maybe i will
And everywhere i go there i'll be
With a rusted old rake in a pile of leaves
Oh my, truly daunting

Chorus:
But my blue eyes cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And i'll know what yesterdays bring

Im not really sure
But im starting to think
That i've been here before
Who knows, maybe i have
And everywhere i went there i was
With a choir of bees
They were all a buzz
Oh my, how amusing

Chrous

But one time, there was this one time
When i swore god, she spoke to me
And she told me, oh yes she told me
Of all the wonders that she could bring

And i said

Won't you, won't you fill me up with it
Why don't you fill me up with it,
Won't you fill me x3

Chrous

I am always here with me
And i'll know what yesterdays bring