Torch Yourself letra

This town has no seasons-- it's the middle of October, and you'd think there'd
be a nice, cool breeze by now (but you'd be wrong). The summer lingers here for half of the year--
and I'm convinced that we are all about to crash into the sun. I fell asleep on paper wings.
These people have no feelings-- their heads are the only things that ever teach them anything about love.
And I'm not sad, I just want to trust someone so badly. I just want something beautiful to happen here right now.
I fell asleep on paper wings. These words have no manners-- they come to me at night when
I am trying to sleep (and shake me violently, like it's the end of the world or something). And I wake up on paper wings.

The Gloria Record - Letras

• (and Is It Ever)
• A Bye
• A Lull In Traffic
• Ambulance
• Ascension Dream
• Cinema Air
• Good Morning, Providence
• Grace, The Snow Is Here
• Grain Towers, Telephone Poles
• I Was Born In Omaha
• Miserere
• My Funeral Party
• Ode To New Grass
• Salvation Army
• Start Here
• The Arctic Cat
• The Immovable Motorist
• The Overpass
• Tired and uninspired
• Torch Yourself