Вершы: Wilco. Jesus, Ect..

Jesus, don't cry, you can rely on me, honey
You can combine anything you want
I'll be around, you were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords, strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Don't cry, you can rely on me, honey
You can come by any time you want
I'll be around, you were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords, strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
And last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love, our love, our love is all we have
Our love, our love is all of God's money
Everyone is a burning sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords, strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around