The summer I
Simmered simple in the sand
So tongue-tied
Mum and dumb
The comb, it just
Found itself in my hand
I stood when I
Should have run
Conspiracy
Those fellows and me
The comb, the way it's going
Hardly I
Hardly I
Hardly I even knew him
Hardly I
Hardly I
Hardly I even knew him
But he had to die
To establish
Whereabouts, wherefore?
If guilty, flawed or more
The world would find me
Sprawled on the floor
A vulgar foreigner
Conspiracy
Those fellows and me
The comb, the way it's going
Hardly I
Hardly I
Hardly I even knew him
Hardly I
Hardly I
Hardly I even knew him
But he had to die
1 | Wish You Were Here |
2 | Tourniquet |
3 | A Retinue Of Moons |
4 | A Quitter |
5 | Saline the Salt Lake Queen |
6 | Draconian Crackdown |
7 | Choose Me for Champion |
8 | Our Lies |
9 | Rats |
10 | When I Was A Young Girl |