Michael Malarkey - The Soundtrack Of Your Day
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If I tell you what it costs
Would you still be coming through?
Make your tiny structures, paper cranes
Pretend you love it, that it's you
Maybe you'll still try
Try to make believe
Make your little houses, turn the pages too
Cradling memories in your room
Dressed up the smokescreen and ready to grow
Trapdoors and billboards, on paper we're low
Like a ghost
Masked in white
And you hear the elegies
Of those who've gone before
Complicated ramblings that you copy down
Scribbled lovesick empty words
Press the pages to your chest
And try to force the tears
Try to make a martyr out of one unborn
Crowded thoughts make empty minds
Dressed up the smokescreen and ready to grow
Trapdoors and billboards, on paper we're low
Like a ghost
Masked in white
Taking chances made of cards
All the children singing hymns
Braving landscapes without a light
Making movies
Taking chances made of cards
All the children singing hymns
Braving landscapes without a light
Making movies
Backdrop's drifting
Fading away
All the lights down
Trembling
What will people say?
It's the soundtrack of your day
If I tell you what it costs
Would you still be coming through?
Make your tiny structures, paper cranes
Pretend you love it, that it's you
Would you still be coming through?
Make your tiny structures, paper cranes
Pretend you love it, that it's you
Maybe you'll still try
Try to make believe
Make your little houses, turn the pages too
Cradling memories in your room
Dressed up the smokescreen and ready to grow
Trapdoors and billboards, on paper we're low
Like a ghost
Masked in white
And you hear the elegies
Of those who've gone before
Complicated ramblings that you copy down
Scribbled lovesick empty words
Press the pages to your chest
And try to force the tears
Try to make a martyr out of one unborn
Crowded thoughts make empty minds
Dressed up the smokescreen and ready to grow
Trapdoors and billboards, on paper we're low
Like a ghost
Masked in white
Taking chances made of cards
All the children singing hymns
Braving landscapes without a light
Making movies
Taking chances made of cards
All the children singing hymns
Braving landscapes without a light
Making movies
Backdrop's drifting
Fading away
All the lights down
Trembling
What will people say?
It's the soundtrack of your day
If I tell you what it costs
Would you still be coming through?
Make your tiny structures, paper cranes
Pretend you love it, that it's you
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