Letras:
Futons

: i've tripped on mushroom for half a week and it all came down to me on the futon asking myself: "how could you run away from me?" how could you ever

He was drinking alcohol again with friends They wanted to be happy all the time The dream is yours and mine But someone said that alcohol's no good No

I tripped on mushrooms for half a week And it all came down to Me on the futon Asking myself how you could have run away from me How could you run away

Tradução: Sense Field. Futon.

Tradução: Weakerthans, el. Confesiones de un futón-revolucionario.

i've tripped on mushroom for half a week and it all came down to me on the futon asking myself: "how could you run away from me?" how could you ever run

time, time You said it's time for what? Yup, it's time to buy a futon Why haven't I thought of this before? After all, I'm surrounded by futon stores

: I tripped on mushrooms for half a week And it all came down to Me on the futon Asking myself how you could have run away from me How could you run