Songtexte:
Nathanson Matt At The Point

I've spent more than my share on temptation trying to cool my swollen tongue Gorged myself on all that free good will and left the others none What I

Oh princess, you make the party With your hands in your pockets And your innocent eyes and all those things Running around in your head Oh princess,

too much love you cracked the liberty bell so much love you fucking cracked cast iron. thats my philadalphia song... i'm working on it its not really done... its at like this crucial point

I am held together by clothes pins and tension, a wealth of odds and ends I'm dazzling so dazzling like the neon street sign hiccuping off and on again