Death Cab for Cutie - Your Bruise

It′s a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you′re so far-sighted that you can′t place trust
In what or who you recognize
We sped the plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river
Mary timony was smaller then a super ball...
Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers
Plain and simply broken down near olympia
I think your bruise was understanded,
′cause you can′t feel this anymore
It′s getting bluer and you can′t keep faking
That you can′t feel this anymore