Phages letra

Let's start this song with a stroll around
Late and cold we wander; smell of sale and cumber walks.
The faster we go the quicker we'll end, with lack of homegrowns in the gardens we tend.

Tada to townlight fire.
Forks in the road we're not.

A rush of spring makes diamond rings
Of grass blades some and everything.
Beige-backed jumpers scared from those crooked stares, proved wrong
On public roads named by our attic air.

Tada to townlight fire
Forks in the road we're not, spoons more so we're caught.

This town is dead from too much living, let's make our ending from new beginnings.
Let's raise a barn from strongest of cedar and leave it all to forces of nature.

The Most Serene Republic - Letras

• Anhoi Polloi
• Battle Hymns Of The Republic
• Career in Shaping Clay
• Compliance
• Content Was Always My Favorite Color
• Everything Given To You Is Equally Taken Away
• In Places, Empty Spaces
• Jazz Ordinaire
• Multiplication Desks
• Neurasthenia
• Not Even The Earth's Gravitational Pull Can Keep You Down
• Oh God
• Phages
• Present of Future End
• Proposition 61
• Relative's Eyes
• Sherry And Her Butterfly Net
• Shopping Card People
• Solipsism Millionaires
• St. Germain
• Stay Ups
• The Men Who Live Upstairs
• The Protagonist Suddenly Realizes
• Threehead
• Tragedy of The Commons
• Where Cedar Nouns and Adverbs Walk
• Why So Looking Back
• You're A Loose Cannon McArthur...But You Get The Job Done
• You're Not An Astronaut