Lyrics
Well this is my display, and bleeding s such an awful mess to find out what you know already
Forget the way you kicked my shoes, you re better
so how long should it take to guess if i need to see your face
You re better, the caesar cut, the caesar cut
who hid the telegraphs and set their all in trophy cases of the past
you re better
When i m finally dry of all that inspiration, and the answer to be given
When you re seventeen and waiting around, paper on a coffee table s not the kind of stain we d like to leave, well this is my display
Just to take a trip to somewhere after, it s foolish now to hope for sometime more than you to weigh me in, salvation for receding hairlines
What if neptune rose, what if neptune rose, what if neptune rose
so how long should it take to guess if i need to see your face
It seems that we re still sliding to back when we were smiling, what if neptune rose
And the answer to be given, who hid the telegraphs and set their all in trophy cases of the past, well this is my display
c39 s at sixteen
it seems that we re still sliding to back when we were smiling
C39 s at sixteen, paper on a coffee table s not the kind of stain we d like to leave
And i know it s not real to stare to home and wish for better, well this is my display
The caesar cut, so how long should it take to guess if i need to see your face Gods, the caesar cut
Another bad trip s on our hands and this is surely not the first, when i m finally dry of all that inspiration Reflex, and bleeding s such an awful mess to find out what you know already
When you re seventeen and waiting around, c39 s at sixteen, forget the way you kicked my shoes
what if neptune rose
and i know it s not real to stare to home and wish for better
Believe me when i tell you that it s not to late for us to save it all, it s foolish now to hope for sometime more than you to weigh me in
This is my heart and these are my arms, the caesar cut, precious dreaming
another bad trip s on our hands and this is surely not the first
Well this is my display, this is my heart and these are my arms
and bleeding s such an awful mess to find out what you know already
and i know it s not real to stare to home and wish for better
Well this is my display, paper on a coffee table s not the kind of stain we d like to leave Reflex, this is my heart and these are my arms