This goose is cooked, these tongues are tied,
Around the block and airborne blind,
But looking on the brighter side,
There's far less to which I’d be obliged,
In the meadow where the black breeze blows,
Where underneath the waves, you were most alone,
Can you hear a subtle, aching tone?
Through the water, through the Earth, trimmed up bone,
Looking on the brighter side,
Looking on the brighter side,
Looking on the brighter side,
Looking on the brighter side,
1 | They'll Soon Discover |
2 | Won One Too Many Fights |
3 | Caring Is Creepy |
4 | Girl On The Wing |
5 | Mine's Not A High Horse |
6 | Those Bold City Girls |
7 | One By One All Day |
8 | Mild Child |
9 | Split Needles |
10 | Sea Legs |