Carol Songtext
von Priests

Walk in silently, pass through my front door
Without recourse
Without recourse
You′re not an officer anymore

You start to get this rhythm once a century
Is age a barrier to intimacy?
Do you believe in vision, free elections, or feeling?


To answer your question, I was jogging to a strip mall
I felt nothing at all
Nothing I can recall
Besides a Dollar Tree, Sears and Thai bistro

You start to get this rhythm once a century
Is age a barrier to intimacy?
Do you believe in vision, free elections, or feeling?

I'm a polygraph, I′m a brick wall
I'm a mirrored disco ball
I'm a disco ball
You′re not an officer anymore


You start to get this rhythm once a century
Is age a barrier to intimacy?
Do you believe in vision, free elections, or feeling?
Feeling