Grayscale Fantasies from Cassandra's Cassette by The heartless Artichokes
Tracklist
| 12. | Grayscale Fantasies | 3:38 |
Lyrics
The clock rolls forward. God I hate it when it does that, but we’ve been using this time to catch up with one another as we spend a few fruitless weeks in 1999.
Before this I always used to dream in color. Bright vivid color, but recently my dreams just haven’t been right. They always used to be in color now they’re black and white.
The other night we got to talking. You told me with with complete honesty and sincerity that there had been something bothering you since the day we met, but now it all makes sense because we are time travelers. We are time travelers.
Before this I always used to dream in color. Bright vivid color, but recently my dreams just haven’t been right. They always used to be in color now they’re black and white.
The other night you mentioned you had seen me before. It was just once in passing nothing less nothing more. Apparently I gave you three books at a yard sale but that hasn’t happened for me, not yet at least. Right then is when we realize maybe it's actually be possible to get out of the belly of the beast because we are time travelers. We are time travelers.
Before this I always used to dream in color. Bright vivid color. So bright, so vivid, but recently my dreams just haven’t been right. They always used to be in color now they’re black and white.
I see these grayscale fantasies every night. In one I run from a fire that’s just out of sight. In another I’m a kid questioning my mother in a post birthday party twilight. The one that scares me most though is when I become a ghost rising above my dying body like a kite.
And the clock rolls forward as we move onward. It’s clear to me that you want and need vengeance. And it’s clear to me that if we don’t get what we need this time loop will be endless. So we head out en route in search of what we need, some of that sweet red fruit because we are time travelers. We are time travelers.
