Sunday Night Music Club - Bone Mansion

I take your picture, box camera
Flesh into light, box camera
Exploring the pinholes, like the dead cat drop
Exploring the pinholes, box camera

Words get stuck in my throat
If you can't swim, you best float
See it coming clear
See it coming clear
And now
See it coming clear

We don't know who we are, but we know we wanna be free
While we living in a bone mansion,
Send me on your wild sea
In silicone fashion
Sail me to the edge
My own dream
Rosetta stone

Under, under the dome
Words get stuck in my throat
Try to breathe, I just choke
See it coming clear
See it coming clear
And now
See it coming clear

Mensa minds, strick nine out of ten
Six, seven
Six afraid of seven
Ate nine, nine, nine
The clocks all said
You'll soon be dead

Living, living in your bone mansion
Living in bome mansions
Bone mansion
Living in Bone mansions
Call your mama, call your cousins, call your best friends too

Call your mama, and call your papa, and let them hear this sound
Living in your bone mansion
Living in bone mansion
Hey, hey, hey, I'm glad to see that you're awake
How did you sleep
In your bone mansion
I take your picture
Box camera
Flesh into light

Box camera

Written by:
Brooke Megdal, Thomas Johnson

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