Тексты песен «Grown-Ups»

I need to keep my head on straight, I often feel it's just dead weight. My skull's not filled with blood, It's filled with shit and second-hand smoke. Time has stopped waiting on me, We waste it constantly. My apathy...

I take one look, one drink. You read big books on love and death. I say I can relate, but I can't come close, Wondering, waiting, worrying myself old. I can melt into this couch and bottle myself in. In turn, you'll...

I am not this charming man, Sometimes I need to stop and slow my hands from trembling. And I woke up to get knocked down, But I still strained to hear that sound of wind against my house. This tired game of cat and...

Hey Kurt, tag you're it! Hey kid, tag you're it, kid! Whatever keeps you safe, Whatever keeps you satisfied. Summer's on it's way. Still I must confess, it's like you never left. Listen close, hear our ghosts, high and...

Come on. I swear. I'm bitter at best. I'm laying in the pieces of my cigarettes, That we crushed in my bed, perhaps a tent, Some Portland apartment, That we thought was haunted. Cough, kiss and caress. The morning...

There's a sound of a rhythm that began and came and went. There's a spirit that's escaping from my basement. As above, so below. First house around the corner. She says, "I wish it were warmer, so I don't have to keep...

I just can't take this feeling when I wake that I'm powerless. There's some old stars burning, contemplating, exploding. They're far but manage to find their way to hit home. And I predict that these Gods won't hear...

I'm quite scared. Your pelican's been eating all my pigeons. Do you recall, Coming home to Counting Crows sing-alongs and shouting every word? Falling asleep counting every bird? Knowing in the morning that lake's...

It's time that I clean house. It's time I cut my hair. It's time we both stop missing what I wish was here. I've been collecting resin with your bobby pins, That you left under my bed, That you let fall from your head,...

I wondered till the music stopped. I had a hunch I might have dropped my conscious, In an unfamiliar yard, it's funny how things fall apart. I'm laughing. It's in the air you breathe in, believe it. We're subject to...