Idy - Frantic Time-Code lyrics
Curtain call, this is the last stanza I'll write inside of this notebook, guarded by angel eyes, with teardrops of crimson that fall from incisions. Strategically placed by my razorblade visions. I can't stand the scent of your hand on my shoulder inside of this room where you just grow colder.
All I've got is this time-lapse between frames to sit you down and try and explain that every ounce of thought in my heart is stirred, and I'm scratching your name into the 'Times' crossword.
Intermission doll, and I'm falling backwards into this city that keeps me drinking. I'm feeling pretentious, but only towards your friends because they can't compute the love that hits when our palms press. Sealed with whiskey kisses and scalpel incisions, these are the thoughts I have when this setting grows dark.
Love hides in your eyes, so what the hell should I say?
And this is the soundtrack to your silent movie darling, and these frames melt into such a sexy scene. And this is the soundtrack to your silent movie darling, and these frames melt into oh, such a lovely scene