Left on display, dust in the case
Blank eyes direct the author
Remember me, your final dream
These nights are getting longer
You’re watching
I’m waiting
No more participating
A sequence
Of motions
Captured in fleeting moments
I’m in love with the edge of reality
Skip ahead to the part where I feel complete
I let the feeling of redemption get the best of me
Hung in the storefront as a piece of modern history
I’m a model in clay
Watch me stay in one place
As you walk through every open door
supported by 72 fans who also own “Window Dressing”
2nd listen: there's warmth and comfort in these songs. And goodness knows we need that right now!
1st listen: dreamy melodies blend almost seamlessly with a bizarrely chromatic, sometimes dissonant, accompaniment. What may seem a recipe for disaster turns out to be a little miracle in the making. nofatclips