Don’t give it away
Hold onto the truth
No matter what I say
Don’t show what’s hidden
Never ending game
Puts me in the mood
Like an open flame
Don’t leave him unattended
Pretty as can be
Are the ones I should leave be
Are the ones that start with T.R.O.U.B.L.E. trouble
I should turn around
Instead I stand my ground
Observe this thing I found
Treasure him like a trophy
Sat next to me
Wearing a gold scarf
And drinking tea
How it begins
When our eyes lock
And he grins
No chance in hell he’ll stay to sleep
Once again it’s on
So I’ll let you in
All the while predicting the end
I lose points for keeping
A defeatist attitude
It’s always worth a try
I’m not one to deny
But a New York alibi
Doesn’t make it true
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020