Tekst:
Early November The The Mother The Mechanic And The Path

friend Jim?s Then we strolled to the backyard and that?s where we shared our first kiss Then you watched the band play with all your friends And we played our set of Millencolin and

behind what he gives to the world and himself And what he thinks he is. You can't hurt anyone 'cause you only give. Oh, that's you. [Not that's not me and

I figured it out when I drew the lines. I thought you should know because it came together nice. When I say 'when' cut the strings. They're just twisted

We'll chain him to the bed so he won't run away Then we'll take the piggy bank and cash it in on our way So just chase your dreams and never let them

this is love And the question will be my next move. Think it's a good one, Probably better than my last few. I'm just a little scared, A little unprepared. And

pack it up and run with grace. Along the way I treat myself With some new lungs to clear my chest. Timing was good to me, The lowly old man who was always lost and sold everything. And

it did and I couldn't believe And now my chest hurts from the hole that I dug, it's getting harder to breathe I'm really gasping, wishing I could turn back and

turns to their friend and says something. I hate this town and my new life. I'm tired of waiting all the time. And all my lack of skill, I blame on him. And

first time I saw my mother's eyes. Well, wait, wait, wait, wait. Alright... Sorry, see we were just kids then. We were just kids and we were in trouble, And