Anterrabae Mending Tones From Vowels And Frowns Lyrics

Mending Tones From Vowels And Frowns Lyrics

The crowds are all alone, temperature set in stone, tempers 

are flailing because they have nobody, yet I don't care. Look 

alive. A nervous narcotic speaks in fragmented code. The 

stressed and the torn travel ambiguous roads. Escape! Young 

one. Tenderness has no place in the past. Let's sew it all up 

and dress tomorrow in stainless steel. Pressed against the 

horizon in the wittiest sense, combed over in late fifties 

fashion. Disasters bring forth the most clever of men with a 

knack for Francois and the skill of disguise. Oh no, oh no, 

it's just a simple play on words. Scratch that, from here on 

in, we're on a first name basis. We feel fine, we are quite 

alright and I could give a fuck if we wake up this time. 

Amongst the sway of ticking tocks, the only key in a sea of 

locks. Please! Just let the good times roll. The crowds are all 

alone, tempers are flailing because they have nobody, yet I 

don't care.