Lyrics:

When the sun comes up, I’m out of tune,
Like an afterthought on a paper tomb.
Where your soul used to sit, there’s an empty room;
All the clocks tick down from red till doom.

Snowstorm in the middle of June.
The apocalypse can’t come too soon.
As things decay, so too do they bloom;
Asteroid on the way, boom-boom.

They say I got a case of the Rabbit Hole Blues,
But I can’t say I don’t have a good view.
Everything comes in threes or twos;
Death and romance, rhythm and boos.

Can we talk about the elephant in the room?
With your eyes full of snakes and your heart full of gloom;
I was never anything but straight with you,
So, you’re the one who gets to wear the Crown of Fools.

If I’m a bride, then Night’s the groom;
All fates are woven into the Loom.
Counting sheep and antique spoons.
Don’t you think I know it when I hear the truth?

The train will be at the station soon.
Next stop, somewhere away from you.
Sorry I ever thought you were my dude,
I must've got your signals all confused.

なに の めい。Voulez-vous—
Do you need me to translate for you?
Croyez-vous? なに に で も、
Secrets ooze out of your careful cocoons.

How long is forever, how far is soon?
How many licks to the center of the moon?
All your regrets are being chased by youth,
Better come inside before the Shadows loom.

Fever Dream

Afterthought

.ɿoʇ ⑁ƨiw uoγ ɟɒ⑁w luʇɘɿɒɔ ɘᗺ

Afterthought

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