Atlantis (2º) from Personal Protocol by 8485

Baby, I am feeling blind
And a little disconnected
Time and Time again, you’re overTime
Working my perspective

Let me see edges, let me see walls
Tell me my expectations were false
A concave lens to make everything small
Call everything off

Don’t want to know what I could have been no more
Don’t want to know what I should have been there for
You’re keeping secrets from me again for sure
You’re keeping secrets from me again

Now every time I look over my shoulder, there’s a hole in the plot
Colours you swore there were not
A curtain coming apart
A picture fading from off the stage and into the backdrop
From which everyone’s distracted by a dancer,
Spinning out, frantic
Suddenly composing herself like she was a symphony delivered from God
Cause it was never her fault
Now everything that she wants
Is leaping to its feet, receiving her in ecstasy

I’m in San Francisco
Holed up in a hotel
My friends are at a party, couldn’t tell you what goes down
She hails from the West Coast
She’s covered in gold
I want her, you’re gonna have to give it up, just let me go now

I want her, you're gonna have to let me go
I want it, you're gonna have to let me know

• Pop
• alt pop
• breakbeat
• breaks
• dance-pop
• dream pop
• midtempo
• ontario
• toronto
• Canada