In blizzard of ’77

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’re always doing damage control



But in the middle of the night

I worry

It’s blurry even without light



I know I have got a negative edge

That’s why I sharpen all the others a lot



It’s like flowers or ladybugs

Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots



(chorus)



i miss you more than i knew

(repeat)






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