Centro-matic I The Kite Lyrics

In the morning we were scorned in some overcrowded dream
With new faces, black erasers, and a D-movie like scream
And you smiled in a way that gets you in to casting calls
for life
But your blouses of corruption ripped your dreams right
out of sight
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite

So we’re older and the soldering iron at your side Fixed the damage of the organ cutter before he could
really start
And you smiled in a way that gets you on the guestlist,
say, for life
That’s as useless as a screen door on an operating
submarine
And we tried innocence and tried formaldehyde
In the end you were left with the string and I, the kite