Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
Brightness fills empty space
In search of inspiration
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down.
Rain it wets muddy roads
I find myself exposed
Tapping doors, but irritate
In search of destination
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down.
When I'm down, down, down.
When I'm down, down, down.
| 1 | The Blower's Daughter |
| 2 | 9 Crimes |
| 3 | Cannonball |
| 4 | Volcano |
| 5 | I Remember |
| 6 | Creep |
| 7 | Woman Like A Man |
| 8 | One |
| 9 | Coconut Skins |
| 10 | Delicate |