Texty:
10 000 Maniacs The Earth Pressed Flat

Eager to please was just the way that he was Though his attempts there falling short Expectation, see he would tell of all his conquests Was he bragging

In the quiet morning There was much despair In the hours that followed No one could repair That poor girl Tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here

Shards of glass cut through my gaze Broken streamers hanging at my legs Drunk and giddy full of fate At the cabaret Smokey stares from the bar do stray

Out through the foggy window there just to see the eyes of my future children looking back at me back through the foggy window on and on miles pass years

A billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK So much there to see inside of a week They came looking for something new Try to press it flat inside

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leavin' But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire's, I will still be dreaming I

billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK, so much there to see inside of a week they came looking for something new try to press it flat inside

billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK, so much there to see inside of a week they came looking for something new try to press it flat inside

: Eager to please was just the way that he was though his attempts there falling short, expectation see he would tell of all his conquests, was he