We will not be trapped by the days of old I will not give up until I’m grey and gold and live up to what I’ve said and told you the image will be reborn tenfold is there anything we dont eventually have to let go? or is everything being sucked up into black hole nothing can escape the gravitational force of regret and the sorry repercussion of remorse, dont forget the photogenic kodak moment blurs a picture that says a thousand words somehow it seems like I’m never sure paradise on a travel brochure no cure for this feeling I’ve got I never woulda thought, that I never woulda thought about a lotta things I thought i woulda never forgot (dont stop) its like that, photoshop twist off bottle, america’s next top model pissed off like I’m living in Toronto just get me to the next stop pronto I wreck shop with Ceschi on the bongo drum my heart goes dumb, my heart goes rum bitty bam and Danny dont rap yo!
(ceschi / verse 2)
“we will not be trapped by the days of old I will not give up until I’m gray and gold” but I’ll try my best to never fully forget the contours of your face under midnight sweat in a rat nest room you were passing through like the flash on a polaroid “hi, how are you?” Ok? I don’t really care, as long we never “play cards with satan” we’ll have nothing here to fear it’s so wonderful to tear little pieces of flesh and make them into the invincible we’ll elaborate the molding until they become oceans all the pretty colors are still there bright and beautifully blinding as ever. some things last lifetimes some things are ephemeral your face on my mind has been engraved into every nugget of brain cell “some things last a long time” some things are soon done your taste on my tongue has been injected into each one of its taste buds.