cubscouts are screaming needing icecreaming and all the pleasures of june i m in a parked car flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls now it is night time maybe we re cruising avoiding the anti cruise oh i don t really know where we are if things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion once in a while now the lie in the laughter can burn through a hole in my ears like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid hypereal fragments disturbing the stagnants of almighty fear well i ll just go under the water if things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion so don t leave me here on my own so don t leave me here on my own if things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling and feeling oblivion1
['britpop', 'melancholia']