Paper Singles - F. Carpe Diem
We've got vinyl brains and broken record tongues
We're either "under the..." or "the top..." gun
An open arm, extended hand, pointed finger
"Why, this boy can't be a singer."
This smeared ink may become more than words for ghosts
Love is loud
We've got no windows down
Stay alive to live
Don't live to stay alive
Letras Paper Singles