Текстове на песни: Built To Spill. Aisle 13.

Know what
Good you've done
Seems like
On just a whim
No one
Can be on
All sides
At once

Every day
Something strange
I can't explain
Happens to me
Often I
Am called by name
To clean up
Aisle 13

No one knows cuz no one wants
To know what they might find
No one sees cuz no one wants
To see what's in their mind....

Don't be all
So all afraid
Everyone
Has weird dreams
One day I'll
Come home to find you
Covered with ants
'Cuz you're so sweet