Title: Low
Album: My Scrapbook Of Fatal Accidents
Artist: Jawbox
Composer(s): Michael Stipe, William Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills
Lyric:
Dusk is dawn is day
Where did it go?
I've been laughing
Fast and slow
Moving in a still frame
Howling at the moon
Morning found me laughing
Up and down, down
Low, low, low
Night suits me fine
Morning suits me fine
I've been so happy, happy
Way up high, high
In between
Down below
Low, low, low
I skipped the part
About love
It seems so silly
And low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low
I said good morning
It isn't your time
Barefoot naked
I can see your lines
It doesn't bother me
That you are right
Your grass is grassy wet
Your light, white is bright
Light white
White light
White light
I skipped the part
About love
It seems so shallow
And low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low
You and me
We know about time
We know how things go
They come and go
They live and grow
They pass and go
Glow and glow
Up and down
High and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low
I skipped the part
About love
It seems so silly
And low
I skipped the part
About love
It seems so shallow
And low
I love your hands
All full of glory
All full of glory
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