ترانه:
Shins The Chutes Too Narrow

An address to the golden door I was strumming on a stone again Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore when hatched A tragic opera in my mind... And

you noticed I've been shedding all of mind? So let's abandon that track And leave our fathers fighting in a sack Cause we are way too wise-assed for

She shone up bright like a knife Wearing tennis shorts made of stripes Hand in hand to the grass and we got it right Got it nice, nice, nice Just a glimpse

Untie me, I've said no vows The train is getting way too loud I gotta leave here my girl Get on with my lonely life Just leave the ring on the rail For

After that confrontation You left me wringing my cold hands We shared some information We might not recover from Will I watch your convictions Melt like

your back Was still aligned and your sheets Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves It has too

After that confrontation You left me wringing my cold hands We shared some information We might not recover from And I watch your convictions Melt

After all these implements and text designed by intellects So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides And though the saints of us divine

She shone up bright like a knife Wearing tennis shorts made of stripes Hand in hand to the grass and we got it right Got it nice, nice, nice Just a glimpse