Plastic Fangs

The plastic fangs of the kids around here
Dripping on sketch pads and slipping on glasses
Whittle down to words every song they’ve ever heard
Pulling out heartstrings and breaking down barriers

Blame the excess on the full Moon
Cue an empty harvest, those are the rules
Hanging portraits on every word
Take pictures of me, I’ll take pictures of you

If you wanna see, sometimes you’ve gotta go blind
If you wanna breathe, sometimes you gotta go breathless

Underneath the daylight
We’ll pick up what we planted last night
Underneath the daylight
We’ll pick up what we planted last night

The plastic fangs of the kids around here
Taking up water looking for new blood
Hiding dark eyelids under rose-tinted glasses
A cross eyed cupid put makeup on the bruises

Blame the excess on empty bedrooms
When you’ve got no one, you’ve got nothing to lose
Another night awake underneath the Moon
Come stay the night with me, I’ll come
Stay the night with you

If you wanna see, sometimes you’ve gotta go blind
If you wanna breathe, sometimes you gotta go breathless

Underneath the daylight
We’ll pick up what we planted last night
Underneath the daylight
We’ll pick up what we planted last night