paroles de chanson Panic Pure - Vic Chesnutt

My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler
High up to the darkest sky
Some Fourth of July spectacular
And I shook it with an urgency
I'll never, ever be able to repeat

At times I might could be accused of being
Painfully nostalgic
But as of late, I'm looking forward to the future
Though I've never been much of a planner
Throwing caution into the fan
Catch as catch as those catchers can

And so all you observers in your scrutiny
Don't count my scars like the tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured
By the panic pure
Yes, yes, yes, yes
By the panic pure

And so all you observers in your scrutiny
Don't count my scars like the tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured
By the panic pure
Yes, yes, yes, yes
By the panic pure