Your lips ain't movin
Your body's still
But voices are talkin somewhere
I hear a jukebox
French fries and beer
And people are talkin somewhere
And I know there's no one home
But I won't put down the phone
I can't think where I should be
I search the kitchen
Put my ear to the wall
I look in the freezer again
Sometimes a notion
Swells like the ocean
Then I can't think where I should be
And I know there's no one home
But I won't put down the phone
I can't think where I should be
1 | Strange |
2 | Snowstorm |
3 | Fourth of July |
4 | Decomposing Trees |
5 | Flowers |
6 | Here She Comes Now |
7 | Oblivious |
8 | Listen, The Snow Is Falling |
9 | Day |
10 | When Will You Come Home |