The Room Outside - Mini Mansions

Through all the circuitry we’ll find time

Symmetrical moments in mind

Those eyes begin to think

(Ooh)

Styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs

Superglue all your pretty wounds

Though I begin to drink

Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape

Waking up the metal mercenary, suffocating in the room outside

Ah, ha, woah, woah-oh-oh

Woah, wow-ow oh-oh

Paper mache manawar-lords of course

Plastic champagne and sliding doors

Those eyes begin to think

(Ooh)

Planetal targets in my mind, sometimes

Losing perspective on my kind

Though I begin to drink

Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape

Have you met the jewel architect, he’s burning slowly in the room outside

Ah, ha, woah, woah-oh-oh

Oh, woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh