Lyrics:

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