Oh, I know we've never met
And you'll probably never read this
There are certain things your voice does to me
It makes me feel the ground and sky again
How sad it is when you spill your guts on the paper
It only neglects you and never relieves
In every corner and space I search for you
I've only found your vocal cords
Hate that I'm never certain
Of what needs, what most
All day your songs spin me into a romance
Repeatedly to the sky
Scream over and over again, over and over again
Repeatedly to the sky
In every corner and space I search for you
I've only found your vocal cords
Hate that I'm never certain
Of what needs, what most
And nothing has affected me so
And nothing has affected me so
In every corner and space I search for you
I've only found your vocal cords
Hate that I'm never certain
Of what needs, what most
- :
- The Tropic Rot
- Miscellaneous
- You Come Before You
- The Opposite of December / Tear From the Red
- The Opposite of December...A Season of Separation
- Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- Opposite of December
- The Opposite Of December
- Hellfest
- Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- Rock Sound: Music With Attitude, Volume 50
- Monitor This! Aug/Sept 2003
- Big Day Out 04
- Walking in a Warner Wonderland
- You Come Before You (U.S. Version)
- Versions
- Distance Only Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
- The Soundtrack to Your Life
- Trustkill Winter 2003 Sampler
- Nasty Habits: Live on 88.9 WERS