Lyrics
Whatever the sound magazine says, put the record on and let it play, request and then decree
Deny and then confess, i ve slept away the years, when the ghosts of writing are lost
Much to your dismay, washed down a bathroom sink, washed down a bathroom sink
I m thinking of the way, when the ghosts of writing are lost, much to your dismay
to hurry and delay
we ll drown it in the drink
Whatever the sound magazine says, an easier reply, stopping for a minute as we hear another tune
we ll drown it in the drink
Makes its way into the wash, it s dangerous to think, confirming your success
whatever the sound magazine says
It s dangerous to think, an easier reply, been taken by the sphere
how do you justify
We ll drown it in the drink, put the record on and let it play, confirming your success
The yelling and the screams, protect and then betray
An easier reply, much to your dismay Stress, deny and then confess
Admit and then deny, all s lost in just a blink Stress, an impossible dream
had way too many fears
Stopping for a minute as we hear another tune, had way too many fears
I m thinking of the way, waking the radio with noise
Been taken by the sphere, an impossible dream, or claim it all for fame
Viewpoints folded over and over, the yelling and the screams