i recognize your face like stats in a book
i recognize my room like a shot from a tv show
just what the hell is it that i do here
i recognize your face like stats in a book
i recognize my room like a shot from a tv show
just what the hell is it that i do here
the static all around me
we're near capacity
the static all around me
we're near capacity
she started with the sky
drained the color from its lips,
a single, unending grey
just as absolute as the blue before
it trickles down to us
lingering in corners, on railings, between blades of grass
a calling card
she started with the sky
drained the color from its lips,
a single, unending grey
just as absolute as the blue before
it trickles down to us
lingering in corners, on railings, between blades of grass
a calling card
looking for a snack sweet enough
you'll find her in the bakery
atop her tiered throne
you'll find her in the diner
sleeping atop a stack of pancakes
you'll find her at the bar
swirling around atop someone's drink
looking for a snack sweet enough
you'll find her in the bakery
atop her tiered throne
you'll find her in the diner
sleeping atop a stack of pancakes
you'll find her at the bar
swirling around atop someone's drink
but what else do i have to my name
is it such a sin to hold your head high
but what else do i have to my name
is it such a sin to hold your head high