[Parker hasn't felt this productive since being kidnapped.
It had started as a vocal line at first, then a beat and a synth part, and then it had all come together so fast she'd nearly torn her guitar strap and dropped her laptop trying to connect everything together and set up a demo. She is not loud — this is not by any means a loud song — but she is clear, with obvious feeling.]
If you’re a dancer you should know, The choreographer is lonely, Even if she falls in love, She’s still scared to be alone.
Memories turn into daydreams, Become a taboo.
I shouldn’t have to be afraid The deeper that I go, It takes my breath away, Soft hearts, electric soul,
Linked-up minds and eight black eyes, Is this taboo?
I think they built this house On memories, Ripped through to here and now Scan my brain and read it, And when their fantasies Become our legacy We won’t find a place In the house of memories.
I am rhythm art and rhyme, And my spirit shows right through Metronome keeps time, Radio counting true.
There’s a quiet hero somewhere, She sings to me...
I think they built this house On memories, Ripped through to here and now Scan my brain and read it, And when their fantasies Become our legacy We won’t find a place In the house of memories.
Those thoughts of A soldier, Her face always haunts me. I can’t stop Searching for Some sign that she’s not me. But all I Remember Is looking through her eyes, As she watched over the sky…
I think they built this house On memories, Ripped through to here and now Scan my brain and read it, And when their fantasies Become our legacy We won’t find a place,
I think they built this house On memories, Ripped through to here and now Scan my brain and read it, And when their fantasies Become our legacy We won’t find a place In the house of memories.
parker | virgo | duty | open
It had started as a vocal line at first, then a beat and a synth part, and then it had all come together so fast she'd nearly torn her guitar strap and dropped her laptop trying to connect everything together and set up a demo. She is not loud — this is not by any means a loud song — but she is clear, with obvious feeling.]
If you’re a dancer you should know,
The choreographer is lonely,
Even if she falls in love,
She’s still scared to be alone.
Memories turn into daydreams,
Become a taboo.
I shouldn’t have to be afraid
The deeper that I go,
It takes my breath away,
Soft hearts, electric soul,
Linked-up minds and eight black eyes,
Is this taboo?
I think they built this house
On memories,
Ripped through to here and now
Scan my brain and read it,
And when their fantasies
Become our legacy
We won’t find a place
In the house of memories.
I am rhythm art and rhyme,
And my spirit shows right through
Metronome keeps time,
Radio counting true.
There’s a quiet hero somewhere,
She sings to me...
I think they built this house
On memories,
Ripped through to here and now
Scan my brain and read it,
And when their fantasies
Become our legacy
We won’t find a place
In the house of memories.
Those thoughts of
A soldier,
Her face always haunts me.
I can’t stop
Searching for
Some sign that she’s not me.
But all I
Remember
Is looking through her eyes,
As she watched over the sky…
I think they built this house
On memories,
Ripped through to here and now
Scan my brain and read it,
And when their fantasies
Become our legacy
We won’t find a place,
I think they built this house
On memories,
Ripped through to here and now
Scan my brain and read it,
And when their fantasies
Become our legacy
We won’t find a place
In the house of memories.
In the house of memories,
We won’t find a place.