lyrics
Pull and twist, with your stereo smile,
Pick them up like a parent
Let them down so painfully
They all wish for a moment to call on
You bend minutes round
Melt them down like a second to spill.
Paul he knows,
She’s still aching to be,
Tie my mind to her lungs,
Tie your hopes to uncertainty
Guess again as you follow yourself home,
Will you do as you say?
Will you do as you’re told?
Cut them down, on your way
No more bent, honesty
Just know I hate pretending,
Painful and, plain to see
Waiting so patiently,
Feels like a long time coming
Settle down, all the way
Cut them down, On your way
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Foma,
released September 21, 2012
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