Avenue Of The Giants letra

We try something new - a waltz around our instruments, creeping with our breath held, blue in the face. But more metered than Harvey Keitel and William Hurt and cigarettes. We hunt a melody that really goes nowhere, it lingers around, a pointless manipulation of the air. It creates a tune in 3/4 time, of course. That's the mood a foot above the floor, lightly bouncing- Tum tuh tuh, Tum tuh tuh, Tum tuh tuh, Tum tuh tuh....

State Route 522 - Letras

• 10 Years
• 1910
• Avenue Of The Giants
• Find
• Hit
• Solid State
• Toy Cow
• Waste Of Skin