lyrics
I saw you at the seminar But whose eyes closed first? Like the shutting of an open door But I suppose it could be worse And I would go berserk If it didn't ever hurt But I'll never be sure Exactly what we were I liked it how it was before The warmest freezing stare But I'll keep trudging back for more There will be something there A birdcage filled with air It's not really a secret It's something you can't share It's an internal affair But now that it's official The time has come to fly And I must learn your alphabet So I can spell g-o-o-d-b-y-e
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Ponyoak,
released 23 February 1999
Graham Smith
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