Слова:
Throwing Muses Red Heaven

One, two, three, four How many, many people outside your door? Two, three, four, five How many, many people outside? Four, three, two, one I don't think

This is him, when I When I, I begin Call him tied, call him taken Call him anything but shaken Call him wasted, call him shaved Call him anything but

I keep meeting you and meeting I have promises to keep I keep making them and leaving That looks like a carnival wig And two shiners And two shiners

I saw him first on Summer Street He held my breath A famous face and instant death He saw me next One lonesome body One lonesome song No lonesome body

Slept for a long time Gone for a long time If you ain't hiding You can't see Stand me where I can see you Fill my pockets, fill me in If I ain't collecting

I used to listen I used to hear Inside the wall Now I don't hear at all

Dovey, I'll take you down Remember I see behind me

I'm the lady who locks the door I'm the lady who turns out the light Hey, you Look at the dirty water Look at him Look at the dirty water And swim I'

This is him, when I begin Call him tied, call him taken Call him anything but shaken Call him wasted, call him shaved Call him anything by made Call