Attic No.7

This is a song about the... (Cold brew) (Coffee) (Yeah) (Chill) White The shades of grey Above my body Even the brightest yellow I went to the attic The one I've always dreamt of Quietly applause the rain For the dramatic scene I breathe as if I smoke joint (So interesting) (Yeah, yeah) (This is a song about the...) (So interesting) (This is a song about the...) (This is a song about the...) (So interesting) A vase of baby blue caught my heart without a clue I hear what siren in every ten minutes, is that normal? And the birds, oh, the birds, oh, the birds They are giants and beautiful And you can't escape the hours it's everywhere With some strange notes of a musical box Your skin is dry (yeah, yeah), your lip is cracking I need to pause (This is a song about...) (So interesting) (This is a song about the...) (This is a song about...) (So interesting) (This is a song about the...) (Yeah, yeah) (So interesting) Oh, maybe a tea or coffee, or chocolate, or just something hot and sweet Now wait The buildings With the window waffle and eyes of cookies With the topping of judges hair on the supreme court (You know) (This is a song about the...) (This is a song about...) (You know) (This is a song about the...) (So interesting) (So interesting) (This is a song about...) So I let myself bare feet With the coldest wood floor So I let myself bare feet With the coldest wood floor So I let myself bare feet With the coldest wood floor So I let myself bare feet (This is a song about the...) With the coldest wood floor With the coldest... (This is a song about...) (So interesting) With the coldest... (This is a song about the...) (So interesting) With the coldest... (This is a song about...) (So interesting) With the coldest... (So interesting)