It's so over/the soul
It's so over/this rock n roll?
I'd love to see you
I'd love to be in ear shot
When you poke your stick
At the margins of time
I'd love to taste the smells
That touch you, I supposed
Academy of ill fating faces
It's tough to see you
Hiding in your eyes
It's tough to to see you
But it's no surprise
Academy of ill fating faces
The soul - it's so over
The smell is old sulfur
The soul - it's so over
The smell is old sulfur