It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes

But you're so far-sighted that you can't place [bad word] 

In what or who you recognize

We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river

Mary timony was smaller then a super ball...

Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers

Plain and simply broken down near olympia

I think your [bad word] was understanded,

'cause you can't feel this anymore

It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking

That you can't feel this anymore