Standard (EADGBE)
Mass romantic fool, wears Foster Grants, his books on tape ring true,
Like everyone wants to say "I love you" to someone on the radio.
His choice of hollowed stars, now the one true loves,
And author of "My Life Among the Kids Who Go to Shows".
This is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on.
Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets.
When the curtain calls
you speaking on the themes of stolen virtue, missing from the radio.
Now this romantic duel is into the streets. Bon appetit.
You've eaten me alive.
You realize this is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on.
Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets.
When the curtain calls
you speaking on the themes of stolen virtue, missing from the radio.
Now this romantic duel is into the streets. Bon appetit.
You've eaten me alive.
You realize this is not the way.
In the streetlight dawn
In the streetlight dawn
this beat turns on.
This boy's life among the electrical lights.