Target Practice Paroles



My body runs too far ahead

And leaves me to myself

But when I open up my mouth

Nothing dares comes out

Winding wind and talking trees

Bring the world down to its knees again


There are better ways to learn


There are better ways to learn


I fall and I learn I am and you are


Walking backwards through my room

Circle in the dark
Waiting for the my time to come

But waitings left its mark

Stick my hand across my mouth

To keep my thoughts from spilling out


There are better ways to learn

There are better ways to learn

 
That raises hairs upon your spine

And pushes on your chest