| Song | Slowly, Through A Vector |
| Artist | Say Anything |
| Album | ...Is A Real Boy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Passing slowly though a vector | |
| Damp with fog the bog that grows the former business sector | |
| With my laugh, my lone companion. | |
| Only I can save the lives that blink within this canyon | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We're passing slow, passing slow. Slow, Slow | |
| Drink the colors of the night time | |
| If you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time | |
| I‘ll display my disaffection (you grind me up, yea, you spit me out) | |
| Out across the city | |
| Loud and proud in your direction | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We're passing slow, we're passing slow. Slow, Slow. | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We're passing slow, we're passing slow. Slow, Slow. | |
| But when I get to your apartment I climb the rail outside the building | |
| A band of them were in your apartment | |
| They tied you up unwound, unwilling | |
| I watch them cut, watch them touch, watch them do what they came to do | |
| And in I come to lick it up | |
| Clean up what is left of you | |
| Ha ha ha show me what you got |
| Passing slowly though a vector | |
| Damp with fog the bog that grows the former business sector | |
| With my laugh, my lone companion. | |
| Only I can save the lives that blink within this canyon | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We' re passing slow, passing slow. Slow, Slow | |
| Drink the colors of the night time | |
| If you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time | |
| I' ll display my disaffection you grind me up, yea, you spit me out | |
| Out across the city | |
| Loud and proud in your direction | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We' re passing slow, we' re passing slow. Slow, Slow. | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We' re passing slow, we' re passing slow. Slow, Slow. | |
| But when I get to your apartment I climb the rail outside the building | |
| A band of them were in your apartment | |
| They tied you up unwound, unwilling | |
| I watch them cut, watch them touch, watch them do what they came to do | |
| And in I come to lick it up | |
| Clean up what is left of you | |
| Ha ha ha show me what you got |
| Passing slowly though a vector | |
| Damp with fog the bog that grows the former business sector | |
| With my laugh, my lone companion. | |
| Only I can save the lives that blink within this canyon | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We' re passing slow, passing slow. Slow, Slow | |
| Drink the colors of the night time | |
| If you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time | |
| I' ll display my disaffection you grind me up, yea, you spit me out | |
| Out across the city | |
| Loud and proud in your direction | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We' re passing slow, we' re passing slow. Slow, Slow. | |
| Whoaaa | |
| We' re passing slow, we' re passing slow. Slow, Slow. | |
| But when I get to your apartment I climb the rail outside the building | |
| A band of them were in your apartment | |
| They tied you up unwound, unwilling | |
| I watch them cut, watch them touch, watch them do what they came to do | |
| And in I come to lick it up | |
| Clean up what is left of you | |
| Ha ha ha show me what you got |