Audio:
2002-09-24

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I'm down in the holes
I'm digging trenches for a dog's eye
I bury my head in the book
looking for an alibi

I'm touchin' all the letters and numbers
[Two hours then]
You set us up with a smile
this is my fan mail to send you - hand you

these eyes are not consequence - no
these hands are good, clean sense well

I'm the one with the shaky hands well
I'm the one who prefers to sit and not stand
I wear you proudly like some therapeutic wristband.
My love's got edges and time that you don't have

We all went for a ride
those streetlights hanging on one side
stopping like these who can stomach
another the road to "bye bye"

assuming we're as the same
and taking nothing from this [gem? gym?]
This is the way, this is the walk
this is what? It's not a problem, no

these eyes are not consequence - no
these hands they're good, clean sense well
I've lost my train of thought
Hence I…I

I'm the one with the shaky hands will
I'm the one who prefers to sit and not stand
I wear you proudly like some therapeutic wristband.
My love's got edges and time that you don't have

My love [...]
and time that you don't have
My love's got handles
and concepts you just can't grasp.