(lyrics by pete loeffler)
(music by chevelle)

Watch me heap up what I've sown
I'm made of peanuts, not of shells
God spares a quality of himself
Uniquely designed but we can't help ourselves
So Ёc why, I made the face that bugs you
I won't design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you
Spyglass scans the field
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself can you find you
So Ёc why I've made the face that bugs you
I won't design
Spyglass scanned the field
Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I've found myself can you find you
So Ёc why, did I make the face
And I won't design
I made the face
I won't design

• Anticipation
• Blank Earth
• Dos
• Long
• Mia
• Open
• Peer
• Point #1
• Prove to You
• Skeptic
• Sma