Letras:
Chordata

: I think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key That's rusted firm, no lie 'cause all these conversations

: And if it was just how you wanted You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won't bring you back into your

: I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in I took a little more of what I take for granted

: Leaving the central state from shallow ground Home in the valley but the rent's paid south You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty

: (That's incentive...) You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it's toll You can't place you in between the pages of fashion magazines Paper

: Every town has a diner where I'll meet you, and your friends too. Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee; you can tell me all about your day

me And I was resting soft In the arms of my war And I'm pulling on the red chord That pulls you back to me Lord And I'm pulling on the red chord So you

: (B. Phillips) On the banks of the river where the willows hang down And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound Down in the hollow where

: (Josh Ritter) At night we crossed the border Following a Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the