In blizzard of The cars were just lumps on the snow And then later Tripping in 7-11 The shelves were stretching out of control On a plane ride The more it shakes The more I have to let go Now the signals Still getting all mixed up We But in the middle of the night I worry It I know I have got a negative edge That It Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots (chorus) i miss you more than i knew (repeat)