Текст песни Crosseyed

Your eyes go crossed eyes like mine
You'll regret that when you're older
Carefully cutured pride
And a chip on your shoulder
And I think maybe I'm better
I think maybe I'm better off
My wit goes limp again
Maybe there's something about you
We circle a sanctum
And avoid the lucent break through
Take planes and trains and 95 straight up
Subdued sentiment
Planes and trains and 95 straight up
This just feels fitting
I cross out these memories of sanctityP.S Eliot - Crosseyed - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ps-eliot/crosseyed-lyrics.html
I cross out these memories, it's a funny thing
I choose this immunity that consumes me
I cross out these memories, it's a funny thing

Your eyes open up wide
In an open-handed effort
Our strong minds can collide
Without this vigilance we exert
And I think maybe I'm content
I think maybe I'm complacent
I cross out these memories of sanctity
I cross out these memories, it's a funny thing
I choose this immunity that consumes me
I cross out this memories, it's a funny thing