Spelling Era Songtext
von Dryjacket

The post- it′s are color coded
Stuck above your monitor at work
To honor the deceased who wrote it
No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man
Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide
Swing, swing
Swing, swing
Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they're celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace
I offer to accompany you homeward


40oz duct taped to each hand
Abolish two weekends sober
Now my arms are tired but won′t stop
Like a boxer who didn't hear the bell
Six minutes in a conversation is
All it takes to find your tell I'm told
That red hair and red Volvo oh
We cross during our separate commutes but you don′t know
Phone lines decorated, eyes open knees weak
Below they′re celebrating they light up the street
Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk
Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace