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Idyllic scenes on TV screens Makes this feel heaven-sent Whoever thought this might happen for us A treasure map fell on my lap Could you help me mark an X on the spot Pastiche comedy that's taken too far Frolic as the silver hours pass And leave Listless and restless I saunter down the neon streets Shopping for whatever sticks Makes chemicals rush Didn't I promise to play nice with affection Not dart for directions with porcelain trees (Love is not a game) Switching out the pieces on the board Will never cancel out the pain that you afford (Stormy weather came) Limerence and blindfolds on tightropes (and cleared) Can leave you too soon (too soon) I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying Not to throw it all away And fly free It could be fright or appetite Maybe all the things that keep me up at night They're subliminally pointing and laughing at me It seems that I'm just trying to stop All the floorboard gazing (repeating) All the morning dazing Polyester freezing (repeating) Scientific teasing Parking far to talk a million mile walk (repeating) While tracing all our paths with smile-colored chalk (repeating) How could I build this alphabet A castle made of sand the shore might soon forget Spending life tumbling after the next vignette