Frantic Time-code Lyrics - Singles - Idy

Curtain call, 

this is the last stanza Ill write 

inside of this notebook, 

guarded by angel eyes. 

With teardrops of crimson that fall from incisions. 

Strategically placed by my razorblade visions. 

And, I cant stand the scent of your hand on my shoulder 

inside of this room where you just grow colder. 

All Ive got is this time-lapse between frames 

to sit you down and try and explain 

that every ounce of thought in my heart is stirred, 

and Ive been scratching your name into the Times crossword. 

Intermission doll, 

and Im falling backwards 

into this city that keeps me drinking. 

Im feeling pretentious, 

but only towards your friends 

because they cant compute the love that hits when our palms press. 

Sealed with whiskey kisses 

and scalpel incisions, 

these are the thoughts I have when this setting grows dark. 

Love hides in your eyes, so what the hell should I say? 

And this is the soundtrack to your silent movie darling, 

and these frames melt into such a sexy scene. 

And this is the soundtrack to your silent movie darling, 

and these frames melt into, oh, such a lovely scene.