Ann Liv Young Songtext

You are a picture of a room with no people in it
And there is rot behind the walls
And the bulbs have long died out
You are a moment in my mind, played out in perfect harmony
But the needle misaligns and your words never quite add up
Small talk with no recollection of the ones you’ve lost
A letterhead without a name
The buzzing of the vacancy sign, sings until you’re comatose
An empty bed pressed with your silhouette and tessellated accidents
(Unwinding, unwinding)