Seance

Duration

7:54

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

Everybody's passing with naked glances at me. Like common courtesey, a mirror reflected, I shoot them back. Like a blown radiator, miscommunicator. There's an icebox where my room used to be. I need a space heater to heat the space around me, and sweeten my dreams. Conscientiousness misguided like a freelance debaser at sea. Can you breathe easier? Can you see the editorial remarks I've made? I've got this feeling that I cant shake off. You told a lie, but I faked a cough. Like being on vacation and waiting on the light to change. So you can reach a new destination, one where everything is fine. You can be the tourist and explore the thoughts you thought you'd never have. Each one dispondant and a little more interesting than the last. Can you breathe easier? Can you see the editorial remarks I've made? Don't leave me down at the dock to the fishes in the sea! Please sir, please sir, please sir, please sir, please sir! Its alright to not know, you should know when all you know is that you know nothing. While waiting the turnpikes, you're wondering what's on my mind when the only thing that's on my mind is why there's nothing on my mind. You are such a litte child and I respect the innocence you try to hide. You say you know as well as I know, as well as I did. As well as I did. Spit leaves its mouth to find a new home, lust has its hold on me. Lust has its hold on me. And even though you have a crown of stars 'round your brow. You almost got it, your assumption, I assume that you know. I assume that you know. And its got a hold on you. Its got a hold on me. Like a cat at a seance with blood thirsty teenagers. x4