Spoon کے بول

She's haunting me a fishthing calling my name On and on and on things will never be the same Turned my stomach inside out turned blacks to blues In a different time it could have been you In the vegetation of the sea Things don't turn out quite the way I want them to be Now i remember things i never said It came to me while someone shaved my head Beyond ill houses and the weaker green Above the cloud blouses and the ocean's dream In the vegetation of the sea Things don't turn out quite the way I want them to be In the vegetation of the sea Things don't turn out quite the way I want them to be In the vegetation of the sea Things don't turn out quite the way I want them to be