Testi musica canzoni

I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress
them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one
paycheck.
I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip but i
type too slow to make expressions stick.
And it's like TV with a microchip.
Set your sights to sink the partyline, 'cause
it's so tired.
Set your sights! destroy this mock-shrine, 'cause
it's so tired.
Let's cut our losses at both ends and aim your
car away from all our friends,
Leaving the dishes stacked in the sink.
I'd keep a distance 'cause the complications
cloud it all,
And mail a postcard sending grettings from the
eastern bloc.
Synapse to synapse... possoibilities will thin or
fade.
Your wedding figurines... i'd melt so i could
drink them in.