Mother, feeling your hand i
Believe you and I did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees

Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And I take the cake away
It's a long song
And I can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bones

Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but I choke
One of these days when I see through the smoke
That'll be the day I get the joke

(repeat from exposed to winter's cold)

• Are You Faster?
• Bomb in The Bee-hive
• Bulldog Skin
• Can't Hear The Revolution
• Choking Tara
• Hollow Cheek
• I Am a Tree
• I Am Produced
• Jane of The Waking Universe
• Knock 'em Flying
• Learning to Hunt
• Little Lines
• Mag Earwhig!
• Mute Superstar
• Not Behind The Fighter Jet
• Now to War
• Portable Men's Society
• Sad if I Lost It
• The Colussus Crawls West
• The Finest Joke is Upon Us
• The Old Grunt