Static Age Armory
In a room for two
in a bed for three
you're a pretty picture
you're a dread disease
painting shadows on the walls in this armory of toys
hardens hearts against the feeling of the need for
something more
don't worry
don't say sorry
i am not falling for it
i am not falling for it
head over heels
and alone for now
in a crowded room
watch the angels crash on
liquor lips and blue moons
along the sound of laughter coming dancing down the
halls
is a whisper of the feeling of the nonsense of it all
don't worry
don't say sorry
i am not falling for it
i am not falling for it
head over heels
the chorus comes alive
cacophony catcalls
and who are you to say
where i'm wrong
when i dance
and fall
everyone i ever loved
has come and gone
everyone i ever loved
everyone
