[Verse] It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the Plymouth cross the banks of the Mississippi river Mary Timony was smaller then a super ball Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers Plain and simply broken down near Olympia [Hook] (x3) I think your bruise was understated Cause you can't feel this anymore It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking That you can't feel this anymore