Testo di Your Bruise

It's a Backwards Attraction to Your Forward Eyes But You're So Far-sighted That You Can't Place Trust 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 Bruise 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