Looks Like a Frown

(M. Randall)

I don’t listen to the voice in my head telling me I should stand down
I don’t understand the turning of the world when it leads to sorrow
If there’s a way to move on as I am and not leave you behind
Tell me now

The doctor says you’ll be all right and everything seems on the level
But what does that mean, and what good does it do when the ground is sliding?
If you can think of a way to explain the messages I read
Tell me now

Tell me now why we’re feeling, feeling the strain
Reminds me of that day on the train
You sat with your eyes, your eyes cast down
Wearing a smile that looked just like a frown
Just like a, just like a, just like a frown

I wish I could dry your tears from inside before they reach your cheek
But this time the language of silence is the only one to speak
If there’s another way to show you that I care what you’re thinking
Tell me now

Tell me now why we’re going, going astray
Mistaking midnight for the height of day
How can I expect the truth to come around
When your smile looks just, just like a frown?
Looks like a, looks like a, looks like a frown

Damn all accomplishment to hell, it won’t outlast you
The only thing that matters when they ring the final bell never gets asked you


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Mac Randall: lead and backing vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, Wurlitzer electric piano, tambourine
Michael Gelfand: bass, backing vocals
David Richman: drums



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