It makes no sense, these rainclouds in my room, these rocks for pillows, it makes no sense
If I had to guess, its a dream or someone’s fooling, either sport or jest, this is just nonsense
I CANNOT HIDE from the idea
it follows me, this knife stuck in my neck
I CANNOT HIDE from the idea
it follows me, my whole life dreaming of death
At what point does attention turn into affection becomes the direction of my hearts obsession
It makes no sense, in fact it just wrecks any possibility of being fair to myself or to my one true
Oh it is true, yes it is true.
I CANNOT HIDE from the idea
it follows me, this knife stuck in my neck
I CANNOT HIDE from the idea
it follows me, my whole life dreaming of death
At what point does kindness turn into a blindness and essentially carelessness here comes her highness -
It makes no sense, in fact it just wrecks any possibility of being fair to myself or to my one true
Yes it is true, sure it is true
credits
from Marvels,
released October 22, 2013
Lead Vocal: Max
Featuring: Brett Hydeman as Garfunkel
String arrangements by Max Bennett-Parker
First new Spencer Owen music in a while, God I miss this guy! Lo-fi wonder loops, reminds me of crossing the bridge from the east bay towards Sacramento. James Rabbit