Capillary Life - Jawbox

Stretched on this city’s grid

Sometimes I feel so well hid

Pinned to this city’s grid

No sign to begin or end this capillary life

This capillary life.

This capillary life

Streets are slender threads

To suspend the weight of consent

To days that never end

When all I want

Is more than they can send

This capillary life.

This capillary life

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?

This kind content reprise

Off course in veins of someone’s time

This kind content reprise

Off course in veins of someone’s time

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?

Dream on the evening train: brakes scrape

A song through my hands

Turns to a barkers call

Wide awake, not to understand

This capillary life.

This capillary life

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late

Is it too late

Is it too late to change my mind?