Lyrics
we disappear
We disappear, waiting waiting waiting in that ristorante roma clue, i can t sleep there is no need
We disappear, please leave a message after the beep
mixing up the rest into a state of pissed off
i haven t got a clue
The waiter checks me out for the very last time, i wonder where the people are that i detest
Fixing up the feelings in a rendezvous, ticking really loud when you re winding me up, the saddest guy with a vanished girlfriend
Time s running out for you, and i see him smoking winston cigarettes, saying hello to all the five people that i know
Time s running out for you, i know you re here there is no fear Bananafishbones, the saddest guy with a vanished girlfriend
i m no more insulted it just gives me the creeps
i haven t got a clue
eyes staring right through you
The waiter checks me out for the very last time, someone smiling sits there right across my bed
the waiter checks me out for the very last time
People disappear like socks in the wash, people disappear like socks in the wash, i haven t got a clue
We disappear, i haven t got a clue
Eyes staring right through you, i can t sleep there is no need
i haven t got a clue
I wonder where the people are that i detest, i m no more insulted it just gives me the creeps
Eyes staring right through you, i haven t got a clue
Saying hello to all the five people that i know, just like socks in the wash
The waiter checks me out for the very last time, elliot smith is over there Bananafishbones, the saddest guy with a vanished girlfriend
I m no more insulted it just gives me the creeps, checking my time like some old school clock, time s running out for you
And i see him smoking winston cigarettes, i haven t got a clue
Time s running out for you, got me so frustrated now i m on my feet, elliot smith is over there
Fixing up the feelings in a rendezvous, i haven t got a clue
Elliot smith is over there, i got a bag and plenty of time Bananafishbones, we disappear
I haven t got a clue, ticking really loud when you re winding me up Bananafishbones, i haven t got a clue
Waiting waiting waiting in that ristorante roma, i haven t got a clue
I got a bag and plenty of time, eyes staring right through you, i m staring right into his yellow dark eyes
Elliot smith is over there, got me so frustrated now i m on my feet
Mixing up the rest into a state of pissed off, i m staring right into his yellow dark eyes, just like socks in the wash
tried to phone you up at home and on your mobile
i got a bag and plenty of time
Time s running out for you, someone smiling sits there right across my bed
Eyes staring right through you, where they reappear Bananafishbones, trains go by fast they split up the night
i haven t got a clue
eyes staring right through you
I got a bag and plenty of time, got me so frustrated now i m on my feet