Chris Walla
Текст песни Tiny Spoons

I can't believe
It came up again this year
Once for cops, and once for air
Your struggle to remember
The details and the drinks
Says loads about the things
You can't keep track of:
Your chequebook and your phone
The things you thought
You'd left at home
The wordless voice that keeps
Tou so distracted

I can't believe you came up
At all this year
Once for me but I wasn't there