Lyrics
Take - Brown-Star
Kurt's hurt thay say. Believe it either way. It's getting worse. Perverse. My friend died too. In a pencil case or two. Let's not exploit. What's the point? It's hard to hold a memory when it's stuck in your head like pornography. It's hard to hold a memory at all. Yes, it's hard to kiss a photograph. Press your lips onto a sheet of glass. Take it away. What's the point? Things always change. Train ride today can wash my grey away. A sparrow tries, then flies. Spain looks real good, like a pajarito should. My skin is tan; a radiation ban. It's hard to hold a memory when it's stuck in your head like pornography. It's hard to hold a memory at all. Yes, it's hard to kiss a photograph. Press your lips onto a sheet of glass. Take it away. What's the point? Things always change. Things change, I know. So, how the hell am I supposed to grow? Take it away. I'm a Blank. Write on my soul. Take it away. I'm a Blank. Write on my soul. Take, take, take. Lah-dah-da-dah.
c. brett & moon (bmi)
