Quai Des Orfevres
Sleepwalking days it gets harder
to wake into life, oh yeah
So I continually dream out these scenes
and delight in any story she tells
Listen: they're wasting our love
they seem to prey on what's stored
deep in our minds
Hoping you'll see just how easy
they lead us to long
long to die or buy in this economy
that's here and then gone away, away, oh yeah
Key any door to see where
this story lives
I won't fear, not for our souls
let it blow away
for today I'm singing-
"I love your pretty brain
unseen like a machine"
