Track 4 r - '68

Stained glass

I wish that I could say that it won’t last

Idle hands

The Devil’s cup

I would lie but you won’t believe

Nostalgia will not kill the best of me

I’m thinking out loud again, shame on me

Let’s keep it cool

Let’s not complicate it

Haven’t really lost my innocence

But she quickly got rid of me

I never really lost my innocence

But she quickly got rid of me

My answer is still, «no»

Would you give it up

Would you let it go?

All the places that I can hide

Are growing smaller every time

Your sad songs, all your sad songs

They understand all my words are gone

Your sad songs, all your sad songs

They put my hands to the plow

And move along

Silence is a native word

Balanced upon my tongue

Where life and death occur

Silence will keep your feet planted upon the ground

Simply complicated

I never really lost my innocence

But she quickly hung up on me

I never really lost my innocence

My answer is still, «no»

Would you give it up

Would you let it go?

All the places that I can hide

Are growing smaller every time

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!