Your Bruise
BENJAMIN GIBBARD, CHRISTOPHER WALLA
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
I think your bruise was understanded
'Cause you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore