Conor Garrison - The Moon's Vacation Days VIII-IX - Single

Family Crest

Pins and needles
And hotel robes
Politicking
Where no one knows
A Getty image
Crossed legs and arms
A sea of nametags
Turn on the charm

To prove
The deal's been made
What's enough
To take to your grave?
Silk and linen
Won't vouch for you
When it's us who judge
You're all the proof

I tour the handshakes
From crib to tomb
There's no surprise there
How we're all amused
Impressive background
I can't comprehend
A family crest
One godsent

Scramble the jets, flip the table
Ready god-willing, but unable
The panic is sneaking right up on you
All from the comfort of your panic room

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Writer(s): Conor Garrison
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