You're movin' through rough waters motel boy, And swimming in your sleep How could I be so blind, mis-sighted, Not to see there's something wounded deep?
Anyone could scratch your surface now, It's all amphetamine You're blasting yourself into the present Learn some vast indignity, say that,
You say that you hate it, You want to recreate it I've been around, I've been your lover I let it go at Kill Devil Hill, You're coming onto something so fast, so numb That you can't even feel
You're drinking the raw Drano baby, You do-si-do, saddo You're you in cartilage, shark-eyed, shock horror, all present tense, And boy your blood is running cold Listen, this is now, this is here, this is me, This is what I wanted you to see That was then, was that, that is gone, this is past, You cast yourself cast, passed by, thrown down fast, you say
You say that you hate it You want to recreate it I've played this round, I've played your lover I've played it out to the hilt You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel You love it, you hate it You want to recreate it Now, this is here, this is me, This is what I wanted you to see That was then, was that, that is gone That is what I wanted you to feel
You love it, you hate it You spit it out, the bitter pill I've been around, I've been your lover I let it go at Kill Devil Hill You're coming onto something so fast, so numb That you can't even feel
I've played this round, I've played your lover I've played it out to the hilt You're comin' on with something so fast, so numb That you can't even feel
You played around, you played me lover, I let it go at Kill Devil Hill You're moving so hard, so fast, so numb That you can't even feel
Compositores: John Michael Stipe (PRS), Michael e Mills (Mike Mills) (PRS), Peter Lawrence Buck (Peter Buck) (PRS), William Thomas Berry (Bill Berry) (PRS)Editor: Night Garden MusicPublicado em 2010 (14/Set) e lançado em 1996ECAD verificado obra #3267418 e fonograma #1800871 em 03/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM