I felt the wave in the creek
From a tear you shed for me
And it was tidal
I heard the pin that you wore
Drop to the floor
While a crowd of people walked on by
And I heard the call to war
When you said you loved me more
So, I shot you down
And I love the things that you say
That always get me to stay
When I don't know how
We'll have a grand old time again
We're all living in a looney bin
A grand old time again
Candlelit dinner in the looney bin
Sometimes the way that you sing
Makes me weep
Is that good or bad
And I woke up from a dream
And you were lying next to me
Then I woke up again
I'll have a grand old time again
The whole world's living in a looney bin
A grand old time again
Ice cream sundae in the looney bin
We call this home
Under the ozone
Dwelling in this dome
And nature is a mother
We're all out to kill her
We're on repeat
Universe and me
You've been cursed with me
And on and on and on and on
We'll have a grand old time again
Sun shines bright on the looney bin
A fuckin' grand old time again
Stayin' out late in the looney bin
Cermony's Ross John Farrar experiments with synths, bass, & percussion to make music similar to that from the '80s homemade tape scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2023
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