A Window/O'Keeffe

Love is an obsession
That lives in my phone
When I let it die
Then I know I'm alone
My real life begins
Like a crack giving up some light

That feeling when you
Both dress up as monks
Our engine red so we might burn the sun
I said: "Georgia O'Keeffe"
Then you show me your key all wired

And then we walked
Through everybody's videos
And when we finally stopped
We're underneath the window

And someone's playing music
Someone's watching over us
And something 'bout this music
Reminds me of what has just gone past
That was today

Art is the way that we frame what we see
But these days I crave anonymity
If you get that fame don't you
Give it to me
Just give me what you say

And in these dying days
Of summertime
I think I know exactly who I am

'Cause someone's playing music
Someone's watching over us
And something 'bout this music
Reminds me of what has just gone past
That was today

'Cause someone's playing music
Someone's watching over us
There's something 'bout this music
Reminds me of what has just go past
That was today