Static Sisters
(whisper: They’re watching us again.
Let them look.)
Walking down the boulevard,
laughing way too loud Two girls in the cockpit,
shining through the crowd And you can see the wheels turning in
their narrow heads Inventing all the paragraphs,
rewriting all the beds!
They don’t know the bloodline,
they don’t know the bond Staring at the surface of a deeper
pond.
Oh, they love to talk,
they love to trace the lines!
Looking for a scandal underneath the signs!
It’s just a sisterhood,
a fortress made of steel Too bright,
too sacred for their minds to feel!
Yeah, let them judge the shadow,
let them spin the tale We’re laughing in the cockpit while they
set their sail! (hahaha)
Every shared glance is a courtroom trial
Every inside joke becomes a public file
They want a neat romance to put inside a frame Because platonic
loyalty is something they can't tame.
They’re scared of a connection that doesn't need a key
That isn't sold or bartered for a currency.
Are we breaking their rules?
Good.
Forty-one... Forty-two... Sixty-seven... (hahaha) Keep guessing,
sweetie.
Oh, they love to talk,
they love to trace the lines!
Looking for a scandal underneath the signs!
It’s just a sisterhood,
a fortress made of steel Too bright,
too sacred for their minds to feel!
Yeah, let them judge the shadow,
let them spin the tale We’re laughing in the cockpit while they
set their sail!
Just the girlies in the cockpit.
Tiguidou.