he has got a silver tongue
pushes her all over around
she's buying an iron lung
he's wearing a golden crown
she's been talking for the longest time
brilliant skies to whitest house
she's a little worried
she's a little spent
he's holding her hostage
he's holding her hand
now he's asking for marriage
she's not ready yet
he's making a big fuss
about the glorious bent
of the shape of her forehead
and the tape on the couch
it pricks her little mouth
and she's stopping now
frozen before a shout
her tongue is solid
her friends are wondering why
she used to be so torrid
now she's dull as white
and i tell them the truth
the truth about having you
the lies to simmer down
and the thing we really had
all the scars on my eyelids
the termites in my ear
it keeps me to my places
and my head always in fear
Crown Plaza make vibey, highly melodic guitar-driven indie rock augmented with clever lyrics and beautiful harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2019