Triple Crown Records | Into It. Over It. - "Perfect Penmanship" (official audio) @triplecrownrecords | Uploaded September 2020 | Updated October 2024, 4 days ago.
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Still seeing double, drawing circles around my eyes with what does wonders for the wandering mind.
No rest.
No photographs.
No waiting around when I can just set it off (and set it off and set it off and set it off) with who controls the longest line.
But you left your calling card penciled out in the snow. It’s perfect penmanship.
Two consonants on a well-frosted window.
And then my stomach sank, drowning in the alphabet.
Your subtle signature’s now the white-out on your fingertip.
It’s you who controls the longest line.
It’s you who controls the light outside.
Sobering illustrations.
Primaries stay the same.
Sobering illustrations and I’m to blame, but I still say we slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk too loud?
Slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk and talk and talk?
Slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk too loud?
Slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk?
You left your calling card, now penciled out in the snow.
You set it off (and set it off and set it off and set it off).
No rest.
No photographs.
No waiting around when I know.
You set it off (and set it off and set it off).
'Figure' is out now! Grab a physical copy here: store.triplecrownrecords.com
Connect with Into It. Over It.
patreon.com/intoitoverit
facebook.com/intoitoverit
twitter.com/intoitoverit
instagram.com/intoitoverit
Still seeing double, drawing circles around my eyes with what does wonders for the wandering mind.
No rest.
No photographs.
No waiting around when I can just set it off (and set it off and set it off and set it off) with who controls the longest line.
But you left your calling card penciled out in the snow. It’s perfect penmanship.
Two consonants on a well-frosted window.
And then my stomach sank, drowning in the alphabet.
Your subtle signature’s now the white-out on your fingertip.
It’s you who controls the longest line.
It’s you who controls the light outside.
Sobering illustrations.
Primaries stay the same.
Sobering illustrations and I’m to blame, but I still say we slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk too loud?
Slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk and talk and talk?
Slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk too loud?
Slow down.
Don’t you know we all talk?
You left your calling card, now penciled out in the snow.
You set it off (and set it off and set it off and set it off).
No rest.
No photographs.
No waiting around when I know.
You set it off (and set it off and set it off).