Paper Houses by Trance Manual

A crumbling heap of bones
Beneath two size six feet
Withering like those weeds
Oh she knew I couldn't leave

I approached in the Autumn
Hundreds of miles away
And she chipped at my spine until it had all been chipped away

Well I was here before you.
Don't call me.
I was waiting till noon to see if you'd show yourself to anyone
No...
Well I was here before you.
Don't call me.
I was waiting alone to see if you'd show yourself to anyone
No...
Well I was here before you.
Don't call me.
I was waiting till noon to see if you'd show yourself for anything
No...

Rose up from the ashes like a phoenix
Came back for some vindication
Well I know you won't
You won't
You won't
You won't

Waited till Good Friday to call it
Though we both knew we had lost it
Again, I'll say it shouldn't be this way
Waited till Good Friday to call it
Though we both knew we had lost it
Again, I'll say it shouldn't be this way
Waited till Good Friday to call it
Though we both knew we had lost it
Again, I'll say it shouldn't be this way

• Experimental
• acoustic-power-pop
• downtempo
• experimental electronic
• lo-fi
• Maumee