Content Was Always My Favorite Colour - The Most Serene Republic

My world is firmly compressed

Into the pocket of your front breast

We pass over cities and towns

Collapsed in hopes that people find amusement

Amongst the depressed, what you say, goes

And your site beats everyone else’s

And we all know we’ve already won

Once in awhile

While looking on the lamp post

While they dance alone

(They pivot and sway in the street)

(the light sure shed by our road flare)

(Another layered line is going on with these two lines)

Watching the ground move quick and fast

The car is stopped and I’m out of gas, must be my fault

Whatever you say is correct by me

'Cause all I wanna save is a cat in a tree

I can’t get it down, I can’t get it down

I can’t get it down, the doubt breaks inside me

As the light beat down from the giant’s pockets onto the ground

You’re a taker of vanities, a stealer of games

Now show me a night where us both can be safe

You’re what I want