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)