lyrics
I'm conscious of my fingertips
and how they move your hair aside,
like all the private lies,
like all the private lies that make us brighter
Like the way that I say that I'm smiling on the telephone
We sit by the fire and you
talk like you're mending me
I'd have to admire
How friendly pretending can be
Like the way that I say that I'm better off out on my own
But here in this room
with the straight-jacket white walls,
in this room
all the far too dim light bulbs,
in this room
I'm nodding all my secrets to a formerly informed.
Your lies, they're all apologies and the
crying curbs your sanity
and for all your candied vanities, yeah
all your candied vanities, they show,
'Cause the mirrors in here tell me everything
I need to know
Hands inside my pockets, oh
I wanna sew 'em closed,
Everyone who mocks it I know
for how much you'll be sold,
Makes us all feel toxic, we're frozen to the mold
In this room, in this room
It was here where she
asked him to dance and to make her a widow,
He gave her romance and an empty, dented pillow.
Where she's tiresome and cancerous
she could never stand those rants of his and on,
and on, and on
In this room.
Here in this room
with the straight-jacket white walls,
in this room
all the far too dim light bulbs,
in this room
I'm nodding all my secrets to a formerly informed.
credits
from
Wolfgang Schaefer,
released September 10, 2010
Wolfgang Schaefer: guitars, vocals
Benjamin Schaefer: percussion
Theodore Gerstle: korg
Ricky Ganiere: vocals
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