Testo di Anacortes

Whispering the figure eights that you skate so well Summer up in Anacortes and it's cold as hell Should have left town on the eight fifteen Instead of hanging 'round in the in between Trying too hard not to make a scene As we tell each other things that we just don't mean Call you up for conversation, not to hear you breathe Sedentary variations of the same tired scenes Should have left town on the six o two Instead of hanging 'round with the you-know-who Find another town, you can get one too As we tell each other things, make your blood run blue But I don't have anything I can say that you don't already know And I don't have anyplace else that I feel I can comfortably go So please, close your eyes And please, say goodnight And stay here if you want to, but I'm taking myself home Please, let me go Falling out of convocation on the see-through sea Hanging 'round the central station, but the ship won't leave Should have left town on my one good track Instead of hanging 'round with my bags all packed Telling all my friends that it stayed intact As we tear it up again and it grows right back But I don't have anything I can say that you don't already know And I don't have anyplace else that I feel I can comfortably go So please, close your eyes And please, say goodnight And stay here if you want to, but I'm taking myself home Please, let me go