Letras:Stephen Malkmus. Real Emotional Trash. Out Of Reaches.

Shot through, with new, and now,
The thrill of loving someone that you shouldn't love,
But it's moving at the pace of the clouds.
So pull your little crystal from the Boulevard.
I can beat the day away,
Suck the water straight out from the stone.
We got omens that are tailor-made,
For every situation that you're conjuring.

Out, out of reaches.
Out, out of reaches, out...

Gail force intimacy,
Every time I get some I feel oh so near,
There's no more running gags to attract.
The drowsy blond carousers on the Avenue.
I can see you hiding out,

Shrinking like the daisy like you're born to be,
You did your thing and now you deserve,
The voltage was the best thing that I ever knew,

Out, out of reaches,
Out, out of reaches,
out
out of scenery
cue the scenery.

Well I know the tide will turn, I know the tide will turn...
I know the tide will turn, I know the tide will turn...
I know the tide will turn... I know the tide will turn...