Anterrabae - Mending Tones From Vowels And Frowns Lyrics
The crowds are all alone, temperature set in stone, tempersare flailing because they have nobody, yet I don't care. Lookalive. A nervous narcotic speaks in fragmented code. Thestressed and the torn travel ambiguous roads. Escape! Youngone. Tenderness has no place in the past. Let's sew it all upand dress tomorrow in stainless steel. Pressed against thehorizon in the wittiest sense, combed over in late fiftiesfashion. Disasters bring forth the most clever of men with aknack for Francois and the skill of disguise. Oh no, oh no,it's just a simple play on words. Scratch that, from here onin, we're on a first name basis. We feel fine, we are quitealright and I could give a ***** if we wake up this time.Amongst the sway of ticking tocks, the only key in a sea oflocks. Please! Just let the good times roll. The crowds are allalone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet Idon't care.