Faces

I see faces
I see faces
I see faces
I see faces

And I'm waiting by the banister
Watching some wine glass villainess
Bribe the adjudicators
Your baby blues, one and two
May I come over to your huddle?
Vultures giving themselves a cuddle
Damn my foolish two-day stubble
Should’ve sorted it out
I'm just lounging up and down
Through a three-story bar
Brain or mouth
Getting their orders mixed around

I see faces
I see faces

I guess you were so absorbed
In your phone that I thought
This girl wants to be alone
Cut to: Montage of Videodrome
I'm whip zooms and quick pans
To regret circling to land
I feel sick in these romantic scenes
When I’m not playing In the doo-wop band

I see faces
I see faces