Tekst:
Fairweather If They Move Kill Them

Words don't contain subtlety tact eludes speech even in whispers Pieces of my broken thoughts mumble through my teeth you learn I can't keep myself straight

Philadelphia today, a face my eyes to see Cold wind to move a tape of songs For this time in youth, a score I've set to you And images of a world that

September isn't too far and I'm not sure I'll return but I know its what you want Whatever it takes for you to try to let me go though you're scared

Maybe I'm not trying to see you Make believe there's something I'd do to show you its cool You've got one chance, go out and get it going I'll take my

So what if you don't like this one Just one more time around And I've got the feeling Past actions don't count now I'm sorry if you feel that I Owe you

Words don't contain subtlety tact eludes speech even in whispers Pieces of my broken thoughts mumble through my teeth you learn I can't keep myself straight