Letra de Capillary Life - Jawbox

Stretched on this city's grid
Sometimes I feel so well-hid
Pinned to this city's grid,
No sign to end or begin this capillary life.

Streets are slender threads
To suspend the weight of consent
To days that never end
When all I want is more than they can send

This capillary life

Is it too late to change my mind?

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This kind content reprise
Off course in veins on someone's time

Is it too late to change my mind?

Dream on the evening train:
Brakes scrape a song through my hands
Turns to a barker's call
Wide awake, not to understand

This capillary life

Is it too late to change my mind?