Lyrics Sound Observations - Wax Fang

Sound Observations

Politicians talk
Ears are falling off
When they open their mouths up
Jugs become cups
The obvious is often amusing
Doesn’t mean anything
Doesn’t mean anything
That golden age is gone
The silver screen is a silicon reproduction
The mathematician dreams of the adding machine
Won’t you overstay your welcome
Places and nowhere to go
Except in circles
And all around the things you see are generally uninteresting
Close your eyes and bite your tongue
And naked is an absolution
Heartbroken lovers kissing in public
The paparazzi pop photographs
Like ants on a carcass they hunt the parking lots of hospitals and cemeteries
And autumn leaves and winter freezes
We’ll be all alone
Our home a castle
For knights we are, of kingdom come
We’re all for one and one for nothing
Take me by my severed hand
I’ll wait for you on this deserted island
Sound observations constitute the union
Heartbroken lovers, kissing in public
Your eyes open wider
You might see me inside of your brain