Lyrics:
In a cry she said to me, lets live by an aesthetic,
Metal and glass and wood and ceramic
But I don't 
want to be an art piece or a picture
Lets be more than a fixture

In a jest she said to me, lets limit our conceptions
into peculiar lives aimed at insurrection
And for what?
To gain value in our self proclaimed uniqueness
mask our weakness

Let's dear, let's suspend our misbelief,
So we can listen for that sweet release
Let's dear, let's suspend our misbelief,
So we can listen for that sweet release

Somtimes, I want to see things clearly like in antiquity
Sometimes I want to pull myself from the things that I see

Suspend Our Misbelief

It's simple, but I like the way this one turned out 

Amelia

Music Box

This is my love letter to cheesy 50's love songs

Lover's Lane

Lyrics:
Taken me out, the storm is making me shout,
My life has fallen with the trees, oh
I know...
They're only stupid things,
that I cling to when I'm 
down

There's a hole in the roof, and I'm becoming aloof,
as wind blows me away, oh,\
My stuff is...
in a pool of rain
it's all the same
old shit 
I had since I was
10 years old

--chorus--

Oh the walls are coming down around me
And the amish boys are yelling at their drills
Oh the walls are strewn all about me
And the amish boys are weilding power mills

--chorus--

Mulling about, the town while nobody's out
Because it's raining and it's three, oh
my trash... 
keeps me company
pitter patter on the
Records I bought when I was seventeen

Out on the curb, getting what I deserve,
when a carriage rolls up the street, oh
My jaw...
drops right to the floor
and what's more,
They've got power tools
I guess to make the job go faster...?

chorus


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