Generator ^ Second Floor Songtext
von Freelance Whales

And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
I almost had an accident, age 6
When I found the key in the attic
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I′ve left
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous


And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those Latin conjugations
And if it′s all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely Sunday

Don't fix my smile
Life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again
Don't fix my smile
Life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again

Don′t fix my smile
Life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again
Don′t fix my smile
Life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again


Don't fix my smile
Life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again
Don′t fix my smile
Life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again