Текст: Brave Saint Saturn. Enamel.

Here's another song with the four
oldest chords in history,
I guess I lost all ambition turning left on Missouri.
I could have made it better,
but the feelings just aren't there,
my heart is cold and black,
but I just don't think I care.
So here's to me saying "Fare-thee-well",
and when you hear this song I hope it hurts

Enamel, is stretched too thin
you're beautiful, but not beneath your skin
(Enamel, like insect shells
so hollow, like your wedding bells.)

The phone lines down in Mexico are
slow and maybe tired,
I think all your devotion, got lost inside
the wires.
Well I hope you cannot sleep, and I
hope you cannot smile,
and I hope that you are burdened with
your guilt for quite a while.
I hope you fall in love,
but I hope your plans are thwarted,
and I hope that now you're back,
it's because you were deported.