Lyrics

B-Sides, etc.

01. Newspaper
02. Parade

 

Newspaper

You touch my face and made my skin crawl
You don't understand me at all
I think about you when I'm alone
It feels like I've been nailed to the floor
I'm lying in my bed on her back
The newspaper don't cover the cracks
There's tears in my mouth and under my skin
And I rise to the occasion as she's taking me in
Good god...

I called you seven times in a row
She don't even speak me "Hello"
Bus director tell me she go
And I don't understand here at all

And it feels like I am fading
Lying on the table
Looking out for McDonalds in the snow
And I can't find my way
And I can't find my way

You touch my face and made my skin crawl
You don't understand me at all
I think about you when I'm alone
And it feels like I've been nailed right to the phone

She's taking me in, good god...
She's taking me in, good god...