Far, Far Away Songtext
von Jeff Tweedy

From outer space
I am you
At distances
You′re me too
From far away
I assume
Everything Needs less room
My ribs are turned
Like parentheses
And my lips have learned
What I don't believe
Could I find a world just right?
Or will I always look too high?


If I die
Don′t bury me
Rattle me down
Like an old machine
Take my books
And my magazines
My photographs
Of you and me
Everything
I won't need