It’s time to get it understood.
What good is all this talking?
Burn the manuscripts of conversation.
From the looks under the hood, I think we’re walking.
It isn’t for The Cure, and we’re no United Nations.
Well, I’m calling it off.
Yeah, this is the end.
Overdriven to some kind of wasted dance.
Wish we had a chance to have a second chance.
I know your viewpoints aren’t garbage.
Your conclusions they gain yardage.
They are buttressed with your thoughts.
You’re finally listening for starters,
and the anger has subsided,
but your ears! They are still blocked.
Your mind is stocked with refutations.
How you want to see the situation.
Call it off.
Get some rest.
Dreams will steal you from your troubles.
Petty theft. ...or are you blessed?
Well, I'm calling it all off.
This is the end.
released September 30, 2010
Written, Recorded, Produced & Performed by Serena Andrews
Tracked & Mixed at Dream Siren Studios, New York, NY
Mastered by Mark Donahue of Sound Mirror Studios, Boston, MA www.soundmirror.com
More info at www.serenaandrews.com