She chose a film from her baroque collection
And memorised every word
She blew into her own uncertain shadow
Before the camera could capture her
Subculture emulates the flickering light
I love her style over substance and appreciate her sacrifice
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
She toyed with the crucifix about her throat
Thought of him as thirsty fingers teased
And illusions of immortality
Gave her the surge of strength she needed
Desire trembles to the digital feed
To know what it is, I must stimulate some intimacy
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
This is our wilderness in all its Englishness
The heroes on the wall look down
And she is hardly even here now
She chose a film from her baroque collection
And memorised every word
She blew into her own reflection
Before the camera could capture her
Trembling to the acoustic field
To know how she feels, I must manifest minimally
Immersed in the emerging night
I love her style over substance abuse, and delight in her sacrifice
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
This is our wilderness in all its Englishness
The heroes on the screen look out
And she is barely even here now
And she is barely even here now
Mutant Suits - Private Underground Music Club Lyrics
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She chose a film from her baroque collection
And memorised every word
She blew into her own uncertain shadow
Before the camera could capture her
Subculture emulates the flickering light
I love her style over substance and appreciate her sacrifice
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
She toyed with the crucifix about her throat
Thought of him as thirsty fingers teased
And illusions of immortality
Gave her the surge of strength she needed
Desire trembles to the digital feed
To know what it is, I must stimulate some intimacy
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
This is our wilderness in all its Englishness
The heroes on the wall look down
And she is hardly even here now
She chose a film from her baroque collection
And memorised every word
She blew into her own reflection
Before the camera could capture her
Trembling to the acoustic field
To know how she feels, I must manifest minimally
Immersed in the emerging night
I love her style over substance abuse, and delight in her sacrifice
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
This is our wilderness in all its Englishness
The heroes on the screen look out
And she is barely even here now
And she is barely even here now
And memorised every word
She blew into her own uncertain shadow
Before the camera could capture her
Subculture emulates the flickering light
I love her style over substance and appreciate her sacrifice
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
She toyed with the crucifix about her throat
Thought of him as thirsty fingers teased
And illusions of immortality
Gave her the surge of strength she needed
Desire trembles to the digital feed
To know what it is, I must stimulate some intimacy
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
This is our wilderness in all its Englishness
The heroes on the wall look down
And she is hardly even here now
She chose a film from her baroque collection
And memorised every word
She blew into her own reflection
Before the camera could capture her
Trembling to the acoustic field
To know how she feels, I must manifest minimally
Immersed in the emerging night
I love her style over substance abuse, and delight in her sacrifice
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond human art and industry
In the private underground music club
Construct the scene with expressionist eye
In the private underground music club
Beyond the reach of human art and industry
In the private underground music club
This is our wilderness in all its Englishness
The heroes on the screen look out
And she is barely even here now
And she is barely even here now
Writer: David Bracher, Michael Hall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid