A Window/O'Keeffe

Love is an obsession That lives in my phone When I let it die Then I know I'm alone My real life begins Like a crack giving up some light That feeling when you Both dress up as monks Our engine red so we might burn the sun I said: "Georgia O'Keeffe" Then you show me your key all wired And then we walked Through everybody's videos And when we finally stopped We're underneath the window And someone's playing music Someone's watching over us And something 'bout this music Reminds me of what has just gone past That was today Art is the way that we frame what we see But these days I crave anonymity If you get that fame don't you Give it to me Just give me what you say And in these dying days Of summertime I think I know exactly who I am 'Cause someone's playing music Someone's watching over us And something 'bout this music Reminds me of what has just gone past That was today 'Cause someone's playing music Someone's watching over us There's something 'bout this music Reminds me of what has just go past That was today