PUBLISHED: Mar 08, 2010
DESCRIPTION:
This song gives me mixed emotions so i'm not sure what to say here
I was tripping down the hallways I knowing she must be moving
I will walk through Easter Sunday, exploding and always losing
Things get loose then turned around like a rainbow, golden magnet
Take the bus but don't get in, I feel the freight train is nearing here
And her house is made of glass, ohh, ohh, ohhh....