Il testo della Grenada

Kind Of Like Spitting

Data di rilascio : 11/07/2000

Durata : 0:03:19

Stile : Alternative

City spread below us from the hill. the weather white gypsy town looks to be natural still. someone made it real one day. someone built a downtown mall but didn't sign their name. (something) cars become our castles sidewalks open into moats. no one walks and talks a lot anymore. so we gather round fatefully where we can hear, nothing felt, nothing found. i have to tell myself i'm having fun way too many times through the night. i have to tell myself i'm having fun way too many times through the night. beauty worn with age is timeless still. can't fill my heart 'cause i can't get my fill. and the crimes that i commit against myself. patience wanes and i embrace the patience that is fear. bitter pill. sit alone at home and wait for you. seems like what a lonely man should do. as if lovelorn, taken from a film. pencil in an actress with a paragraph. how i may find peace and meaning still in a little retreat just beyond these hills. i have to tell myself i'm having fun way too many times through the night. i have to tell myself i'm having fun way too many times through the night. i have to tell myself i'm having fun way too many times through the night.