Noises

T.C. Folkpunk

His Roxane

03:42
(T. Cameron)

Story

From the album "Lamest Fast Words". Buy it HERE!

Lyrics

Stealing a glance into her eyes

He's realizing,

That some of his plans and half his schemes

Or so it seems

Are there

 

Giving her songs before the rain

Then explaining

Words that are only for her ears,

Three Musketeers 

Exempt

 

  Suppose

  They never so much as embrace

  He knows

  He'll still hold some of her each place

  He goes

  The silent Cyrano

  And the angel at hand

  Is his Roxane

 

Vertical barbells and his faves

Walk on waves with help

Missile that launches on a jag

And things that Shag 

Would paint

 

  Suppose

  They never so much as embrace

  He knows

  He'll still hold some of her each place

  He goes

  The silent Cyrano

  And the angel at hand

  Is his Roxane

 

Backlit on Monday beautifully

With two and three stars

Castles and picnics finish out

The dream without 

The sleep

 

  Suppose

  They never so much as embrace

  He knows

  He'll still hold some of her each place

  He goes

  The silent Cyrano

  And the angel at hand

  Is his Roxane

 

  His Roxane

  His Roxane

  His Roxane