Sanoja: Broken Social Scene. Frightening Lives.

Was a disaster
Sitting in bed at five
Won't betray me within a lowman's eye
Wasn't the sex
Wasn't the wives
Never fully go up the side

With the disbelief that the kid was right
The man digs stopped four-hundred fights
With pick-me-ups and flawless lies
Broke through the lines and tried the crack

Wasn't the plastic in the house that quit
That treat the maid
Everybody's sick
With the woman sticks in a heart of gold
Everything is a little bit sore

Wasn't the discipline kid who melts
The wife who told you what you thought
But you and i can live inside this wall Without like this




Everybody's waiting for the return kids
And put it in your head
Put it in your head
Sex and our wills will stay our lips
Now put it in your head
Put it in your head

Wasn't the demon in the lip-cracked skin
Double times inside the wind
Wasn't the leak of every man in law
The idea that it's the death of fall

Now they can tick you off and try to make a little laugh
But put it in your head
Put it in your head
See the shotguns that look like time
And put it in your head
Put it in your head

Wasn't the miles in the world of puke
I could kill you if I looked like you
If you never believed,
Never could fight
How do you know if the words are right

Wasn't the teacher that got a call
The deejay still seems to swallow
A bottle of come and a bottle of skin
miles above the wall everywhere

Like spoken sex and all I fear
Everyone does what they fear
But you and I can live inside this wall without like this

Frightening lives
You and me
Frightening lives
Above the sand
Frightening lives
All will weep
Frightening lives
Desperate scene