Idlewild - Idea Track Lyrics
Dear Hugh MillerIve thought it through for a while but it doesnt get any easierAnd three months on in this bad design wont make it feel any easierYour grave, its your graveDear Hugh MillerIts four months now from when we started and nothing feels much easier.I sit and stare in a cork tiled room and it doesnt get much easier.Your grave, its your gravePretend it works a while, its transmitted livePretend it works a while (you dont try)Pretend it works a while, its transmitted livePretend it works a while (dont try)Dear Hugh Miller,its four months now from when we started and nothing feels much easier.I sit and stare in a cork tiled room and it doesnt get much easier.Your grave, its your gravePretend it works a while, its transmitted livePretend it works a while (you dont try)Pretend it works a while, its transmitted livePretend it works a while (dont try)Your grave, its your gravePretend it works a while, its transmitted livePretend it works a while (you dont try)Pretend it works a while, its transmitted livePretend it works a while (dont try)I dont care if I dont have an idea track, its an idea track, its an ideaI dont care if I dont have an idea track, its an idea track, its an ideaYour grave, its your grave.
