Apollonia from II. Edifice by Telephone House

In this house alone, on this quiet corner
I live in the dark with a microphone.
Quiet moments caught in the
Radiating tension here

We can keep it low, barely make a sound
When everybody’s loud, we can face the crowd.
See their gnashing teeth through this...
Prismatic window, so they can’t see you

What are we hiding
Should we be fighting
Underneath the moon and sun
Why should we be the clueless one?

No sense in withering away
If we’re gonna lose it all when our clock stops turning

Why, it won’t get through to you
Why, it won’t get through to you
Why

Can’t you find your way out?
Of here? It may feel safe today
Here? Where there’s hints of decay
Here?
Don’t you know your path is clear?

Feel this castle groan
Pretty Apollonia
Living by the sun
That is your true home, yeah
Feel your tendons strain
Sitting for too long, yeah
Quiet in the corner is a waste. I warn yeah

In this house alone, in this lonely morning
Don’t live in the dark; grab a megaphone
Quiet moments costing you
You should radiate the blessing you are…

• Pop
• R&B
• folk pop
• Dallas