The Great Detective in Regards to Case #168

from Id​é​e Fixe by WAKING THINGS

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The blue on the name tag, the red on your dress. Just blur out the static forget all the rest. The color of your eyes whatever they were. The thread count of your coat. With my hands around your throat.

The white of the tile is cold and depressed. The lights are the same as they swing back and forth. The color of your eyes just matching the hurt to the thread count of your coat with my hands around your throat.

So sell me another line and tell me this will be the last time that I'll ever get to see you again and I'll never be quiet too.

The lights are all black now, alarms set to go. In the morning they'll find you amongst all the clothes and mannequin poses, no eyes to compare to the thread count of your coat and the time it took me to write this note.

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from Id​é​e Fixe, released April 24, 2014
Bass co-written by Sam Howell

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