Letras:
Modest Mouse The Moon Antarctica

: I might disintegrate into the thin air if you'd like I'm not the dark center of the universe like you thought [x2] Well, it took a lot of work to be

: How do, how do you do? My name is you Flies, they all gather around me and you too You can't see anything well You ask me what size it is, not what

: You've got the Perfect disguise and you're lookin' o.k. From the bottom of the best of the worst, well what can I say Cuz you cocked your head to shoot

: These walls are paper thin And everyone hears every little sound Everyone's a voyeur, their watching me Watch them, watch me right now They're shakin

: And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me I could have told you all that I love you And in the places you go, you'll see the place where

: We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your glasses. Oh no! I just got a message

bone bleached part of the world So long to this cold, cold part of the world So long to this salt soaked part of the world I stepped down as president of Antarctica

And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass beneath Outside naked, shiverin' looking blue, from the cold sunlight that's reflected off the moon

Well, I ain't sure, but I've been told He's baking cakes inside our souls Stayed awake, took a nap Got myself my bottles back I'm breakin' them out on