Letras:
Bright Eyes Motion Sickness

: Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that

picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They are smeared and these blurs come in random order and they color the eyes

: (Feist Cover) Helping the kids out of their coats But wait the babies haven't been born Unpacking the bags and setting up And planting lilacs and

: When the president talks to God Are the conversations brief or long? Does he ask to rape our womens' rights Or to send poor farm kids off to die? Will

: Well, the song you sung spiraled and hung round like echoes or ripples on a pond. So you circled the globe, spent a year on the road without ever going

: There is no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot in turn Is studied once again It's a shocking

blue moon there is a blue sky I wear my blue jeans and fly my blue kite It hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies And then the tears pour out of my blue eyes

some lie, they slept beside. Yeah I kept this from them, But I can't keep this from you. So will you look for me, in that strange bright place, Where

some lie, they slept beside. Yeah I kept this from them, But I can't keep this from you. So will you look for me, in that strange bright place, Where