Tekst
Trading names with the wind
Faultable in the eyes of a friend
Restless branches
That soon will retire
Uphold these in the light
Draw a penny from the floor to a source of delight
With a cliché my grandma adores
And I couldn't hope or ask for more
Feather view, welcome, fine
Stay with stillness
The ticking brings time to attention
Feet falling flat on the floor
And I couldn't hope or ask for more
And I couldn't hope or ask for more
'Cause you see, the light, it was just perfect
And the freezer was noisy but perfect
And the dirt on my jeans, it was perfect
