Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Phish, Think of London, small city
Dark, dark in the daytime
People sleep,
By Phish, Tell me that, 'I'm your own, my baby'
Hello my baby,
By Phish, Jesus left Chicago
And he headed down to New Orleans
Jesus left
By Phish, Throughout the night when there's no direct light
and a thin
By Phish, Trapped in time and
I don't know what to do
These
By Phish, I'm up and I can take what you give
And I'm
By Phish, I'd like to cut your head off so I could
By Phish, Well, it was many years ago now
But I really can't
