In The Aisle Yelling
Far * Track #3 On Tin Cans with Strings to You
In The Aisle Yelling Lyrics
Blessed be messed up me
Should I feel different?
Was I crying to get my face wet?
To discern what I did from what I've thought...
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It's part of me... Blessed be
Low-lit theater, quiet crowd
I'm on the screen, projected;
I'm in the aisle, yelling fire