Once
(Gossard)
I admit it, what's to say?
I'll relive it, without pain
Backstreet lover on the side
Of the road
I got a bomb in my temple
That is gonna explode
I got a .16 gauge buried
Under my clothes, I play
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself
Oh try and mimic, what's insane?
I am in it, where do I stand?
Indian summer, and I hate the heat
I got a backstreet lover on the passenger seat
I got my hand in my pocket
So determined
Discreet, I pray
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself
Once upon a time I could love myself
Once upon a time I could love you
Once...
Even Flow
(Gossard)
Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh, feelin' maybe he'll see a little betters any days
Oh, head down, faces that he sees don't look it ain't that familiar
Oh, girlfriend he can't have when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah
Even flow
Thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know
So he chases them away
Someday yet he'll begin his life again
Life again, life again
Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read
Prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin', understands the weather or that winter's on its way, yeah
Oh, ceilings, people fall between all the legal halls of shame
Even flow
Thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know
So he chases them away
Someday yet he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, carry him away
Him away, him away
Yeah
Even flow
Thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know
So he chases them away
Someday yet he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, carry him away
Him away, him away
Yeah
Alive
(Gossard)
Son, she said
Have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy
Was nothin' but a
While you were sittin'
Home alone at age thirteen
Your real daddy was dyin'
Sorry you didn't see him
But I'm glad we talked
Oh I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah I, oh, I'm still alive, yeah, oh
Oh she walks slowly
Across a young man's room
She said I'm ready for you
I can't remember anything to this very day
'Cept the look, the look
Oh, you know where
Now I can't see, I just stare
I, I'm still alive
Yeah I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah I, oh, I'm still alive, yeah
"Is something wrong?", she said
"Of course there is
You're still alive", she said
Do I deserve to be?
Is that the question?
And if so, if so
Who answers?
Who answers?
I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah I, oh, I'm still alive
Yeah I, mmm, I'm still alive
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Black
(Gossard)
Ay...
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was, everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all, that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh, the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed
All I see
All that I am
All that I'll be
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, ooh
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why?
Why?
Why can't it be?
Can't it be mine?
Deep
(Gossard, Ament)
On the edge
A windowsill
Ponders his maker
Ponders his will
To the street below
He just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view
And he sinks real deep, yeah
Oh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah
Aw, can't touch the bottom, oh
On the edge
Of a know-nothin' town
Feelin' quite superior
The aged come
To the sky above
He just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view
And he sinks bay knot deep, yeah
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah
Aw, can't touch the bottom
In too deep
On the edge of a
Christmas clean love
Young virgin from heaven
Visiting
To the man above her
She just ain't nothin'
She doesn't like the view
She doesn't like the view
Doesn't like the view
But he sinks himself deep
Oh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah
Can't touch the bottom...