Attic No.7 (Remastered 2022)

This is a song about the

(Cold brew)

(Coffee)

(Yeah)

(Chill)

White

The shades of grey

Above my body

Even the brightest yellow

I went to the attic

The one I've always dreamt of

Quietly applause the rain

For the dramatic scene

I breathe as if I smoke joint

(So interesting)

(Yeah, yeah)

(This is a song about the...)

(So interesting)

(This is a song about the...)

(This is a song about the...)

(So interesting)

A vase of baby blue caught my heart without a clue

I hear what siren in every ten minutes, is that normal?

And the birds, oh, the birds, oh, the birds

They are giants and beautiful

And you can't escape the hours it's everywhere

With some strange notes of a musical box

Your skin is dry (yeah, yeah), your lip is cracking

I need to pause

(This is a song about...)

(So interesting)

(This is a song about the...)

(This is a song about...)

(So interesting)

(This is a song about the...)

(Yeah, yeah)

(So interesting)

Oh, maybe a tea or coffee, or chocolate

Or just something hot and sweet

Now wait

The buildings

With the window waffle and eyes of cookies

With the topping of judges hair on the supreme court

(You know)

(This is a song about the...)

(This is a song about...)

(You know)

(This is a song about the...)

(So interesting)

(So interesting)

(This is a song about...)

So I let myself bare feet

With the coldest wood floor

So I let myself bare feet

With the coldest wood floor

So I let myself bare feet

With the coldest wood floor