Текст Trampled By Turtles – Jars At Home

Hollow headed moment in your eyes.
Shouldn’t come to me as no surprise,
that she loves me when I’m gone,
but when I’m here I’m all alone,

I got a woman and she’s a friend of mine,
she likes to pretend that she never cries.
But I can see her on the stairs,
and lord it’s more than I can bear,
but my head can’t simply turn away.

There’s a room as cold as it is lonely,
build it up boys, and tear it down.

All the devil’s weight upon my back,
all I wish for, babe, is what I lack.
No matter how I try I never seem to walk the line,
and all the world is kept in jars at home.

Yes, all the world is kept in jars at home.