آهنگ: Pinback. June.

Light flickers in my room
Planes flying by
dropping down perfume
blanket out the sky
Wander through the smoke
Grabbing for food
Choking on the air
Might pass out soon

Why do I assume these things are bad? bad
Burnt down? Burnt down
bad? bad
Burnt down? Burnt down

Why must all those pretty be sad, sad,
Some how? Some how sad, sad,
Some how? Some how

Sheep trip over the fence
Scared animals trample over the bed
Siphoning out my will

And it might turn out just like they said,
and it might be even worse in here

Why do I assume these things are bad? bad
Burnt down? Burnt down
bad? bad
Burnt down? Burnt down

Why must all those pretty be sad, sad,
Some how? Some how sad, sad,
Some how? Some how.....

It's up to the trees with the fire storm.....

Even how...

Even how...