Silver Platters - Les Gold

Open up a bottle

Take a sip and swallow

Thinking about god and all the dreams you didn’t follow

Now you’re dressing formal

I’ve seen this before

Fancy trying to mitigate your fear of being normal

Just step through the portal

No need to be cordial

You could be immortal

If you take the risk

Could you take the risk?

Living through your doses

Oh my heart remorses

Sleeping on a bed of thorns, yet still you call them roses

Speaking to the masses

Still can’t find your glasses

Driving like you stole it, up until it finally crashes

Baby’s breathing ashes

Lights so bright, it flashes

Now that outfit clashes

Never got a kiss

Birds on the branches

On subtle stances

Broken hearts, we’ll be cooking starving, new romantics

What does it matter, if it’s broken and shattered

Battleships with a side of chips on silver platters

Step out on the dance floor

This is what you asked for

Such a pretty face

What was it underneath the mask for?

Time for some revisions

Time for bad decisions

Tune in to the galaxy

Turn off your television

Making your incisions

Droppings of divisions

On a different mission

Look at what you missed

(Look at what you missed)

Visceral emotions

Testing your devotion

Admire what can change when you stop going through the motions

Girl of alabaster, dance a little faster, find another lover 'cause the former

was a bastard

Crucibles and casters

Looking for an answer

Settled on a master

You were made for this

Birds on the branches

On subtle stances

Broken hearts, we’ll be cooking starving, new romantics

What does it matter, if it’s broken and shattered

Battleships with a side of chips on silver platters

Battleships with a side of chips on silver platters