Wheat
flat black
Can I get you to turn
Your eyes from down on me?
Like you've done before
When you're pulling my hair
And turn off quietly
Fall around the floor
Can I get you to trade you wind?
For diamonds and seas, stock violins
Your âI don't know anything's
Could I trust you to fall?
From my grace sometimes
Like some enemy
Like you don't understand
And scrunch your face sometimes
Lose your vanity
Could I get you to trade you wind?
For diamonds and seas, stock violins
Your âI don't know anything's
It's no landslide
My balloon
It's no landfall
My balloon; falling
My platoon; calling
My balloon; falling
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- Per Second Per Second Per Second... Every Second
- Miscellaneous
- Hope And Adams
- Medeiros
- Uncut: Unconditionally Guaranteed, Volume 10
- Listening So Close: A Brief History of Wheat
- A Quiet Riot
- Aware Nine: The Compilation
- Too Much Time
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 118: November 2003
- Holiday Matinee, Volume 2
- WBOS: Live From the Archives, Volume 2
- Strom und Gitarre 2: Home Is Where the Heart Is
- Everyday I Said a Prayer for Kathy and Made a One Inch...
- Ear Snacks, Volume 1
- We Are Now Flying @ 33,000 Feet
- Acoustic
- De Afrekening, Volume 21
- Win a Date With Tad Hamilton
- Rolling Stone: New Voices, Volume 31