Lyrics: Silhouette
Silhouette
by Alex Bechtel
Alexandra's eyes at midnight always take control.
Dede's laugh at quarter past two swims inside his soul.
Lindsey speaks of flute concertos, two a.m. appears.
Kelly cries 'round 1 a.m, he's fighting through the tears.
The moon hangs low, and her silhouette is sewn on her toes.
Sewn on her toes.
The moon hangs low, tonight.
He's a day late and a dollar short when clocks strike twelve.
But he's through with purgatory, ready heaven or hell.
Late night love is all he seems to be able to fall in now.
Two a.m, he's knee-deep in love and he can't see how.
The moon hangs low, and her silhouette is sewn on her toes.
Sewn on her toes.
The moon hangs low, tonight.
Alexandra's eyes at midnight always take control.
Dede's laugh at quarter past two swims inside his soul.
by Alex Bechtel
Alexandra's eyes at midnight always take control.
Dede's laugh at quarter past two swims inside his soul.
Lindsey speaks of flute concertos, two a.m. appears.
Kelly cries 'round 1 a.m, he's fighting through the tears.
The moon hangs low, and her silhouette is sewn on her toes.
Sewn on her toes.
The moon hangs low, tonight.
He's a day late and a dollar short when clocks strike twelve.
But he's through with purgatory, ready heaven or hell.
Late night love is all he seems to be able to fall in now.
Two a.m, he's knee-deep in love and he can't see how.
The moon hangs low, and her silhouette is sewn on her toes.
Sewn on her toes.
The moon hangs low, tonight.
Alexandra's eyes at midnight always take control.
Dede's laugh at quarter past two swims inside his soul.