Lyrics Chevelle – Moda

I’ve seen you once
Your skin’s opinion — pallid
Did you suffer much?
Your hand is bending backwards

I’ve come undone
From her feet
Need to spread them out
To love’s pit

Consider this
I’m blanking out for a while
Your clean house
But the glass is overflowing
Into the pit, don’t mess my mind
Had to forget, then move on

Move on

I’ve fallen far
Your penalty’s forthcoming
Seven tries
But the hand is bending backwards
Is bending backwards
Is bending backwards
The hand is bending

So tell this
Should’ve made the call
Once more I fall
Lost in the first
Fall down
Into the pit, don’t mess my mind
Had to forget, then move on

Who was there?