WHIMSICAL Songtext
von The Overjoyed

All of these outlines fade away
Paving a path that seems to fall
Out of my way
Longing for teenage certainty
Minding the gaps too much as
An absentee

The dotted lines in question
How can this be my own design?

We were once so whimsical
How did we become so cynical?
If our shouts were visceral
When did our figures become literal?

Was the past as good as I remember?


Feels like I′m missing all the turns
The only line I stayed in case I return
The rearview mirror never blurs
And things look bigger there
Yet dissapear

We were once so whimsical
How did we become so cynical?
If our shouts were visceral
When did our figures become literal?

Was the past as good as I remember?

We were once so whimsical
How did we become so cynical?
If our shouts were visceral
When did our figures become literal?
Was the past as good as I remember?