Better from Parallel Line by Paper Beat Scissors

And as their call went quiet into their sighs: to mess it up, is much better
And though your dominance would see it as trite, just wash it off, and get better

And did the Midas reach right into inside? ‘Ineffable’ would sound better
And from the calling ‘round to the way you got down, for all it is, it was better

And as the wall was rising, blank as their insides, you pulled it off, you made better
We saw the words appeared to form their own style are ours obliged to be better?

All that calcifies to hold him in place, and all of us could hold better
And you call it on so regular tired, and all of us, we need better

The thought is all too easy where it is now, to make it up, to write better
‘Cos we’re our poor relations too many times, we really ought to know better
Of all the golden sheets we make it between for all of us we know better
And each and every night, get sewn in the seams…

And wash it off, can’t wash it off…

• Acoustic
• electronic
• experimental
• Montreal