Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By Bob Mould, It began sometime last week
The feeling that most everything
Was changing
By Bob Mould, We lock the gaze tightly upon each other
No others come
By Bob Mould, Please listen to me and don't disagree
Even as we fight,
By Bob Mould, There were trails of fallen trees
Deciduous and weeding marsh
The lowland
By Bob Mould, Is it a crime to want to show your soul?
Waste
By Bob Mould, You plead with yourself but it?s me that you want
It?s