And the moment that she left the room
The album started skipping
Goodbye to beauty, shared with the ones that you love
A shadow that has fallen over this town,
Attention: All of my worst critics
Who were once the best of friends.
You're all just crows on the power lines
[Into romantic speculations]
Sightings of shape shifting
Disolved into the darkness.
A final oppinion is of less value
Than an appreciation of and tolerance for obscurity.
Theatrics all made up
And pianos all playing at once through the dust.
I found it difficult in my excitement
To keep from floating off
Into romantic speculations
I'll rest on nests made by spiders
Fed on drug dosed flys
The spider sings alone.
He paced the room with hurried steps
And placed his hands upon his head
As if he were afraid,
His thoughts were bursting from his brain.
As if he were afraid.
