Lately I don't wanna fall for it.
I can't seem to change my mind.
Sometimes I find it hard to draw straight lines.
Honestly, you can't tell me
Sunday church bells keep me from my own hell.
Looking off my window sill.
The morning light comes. Do you think I'm dumb?
Honestly, you can't fool me.
From time to time I rest my head
and dream two thousand dreams.
I'll pack my bag and leave the key
when it all floats out to sea.
Turn this car around. I don't like the sound.
Will you swear that you'll come see me.
The clocks spin. We clock in.
Honestly, you won't find me.
Ladies and real men like to drink their gin
and sing songs with the A-B-C's.
The time's come. We'll have fun.
Honestly, no. Seriously.
I'll use my legs. I'll use my arms.
Just like that old Pretenders song.
Don't you wonder who we'll be
when it all, floats out to sea.
Sometimes these things go straight to my head
and it sure don't come for free.
Don't you wish that you were me
when it all floats out to see.
from Boys School
released June 5, 2012
Joey Dosik - Roland synth
Luke Adams - drums, percusion, rhodes
Ben Tolliday - cello
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