F. Carpe Diem letra

We've got vinyl brains and broken record tongues
We're either "under the..." or "the top..." gun

An open arm, extended hand, pointed finger
"Why, this boy can't be a singer."

This smeared ink may become more than words for ghosts
Love is loud
We've got no windows down

Stay alive to live
Don't live to stay alive

Paper Singles - Letras

• F. Carpe Diem
• My Harmonica
• Paper Singles Is A Pretentious Band