Wolf Theatre Society

by Maps Are Fiction

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released March 9, 2013

Jordon Ridley - Vocals, Bass
Andrew Yates - Guitar
John Curry - Drums, Vocals, Keys, Guitar

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Track Name: Wolf Theatre Society
It plays out like a roll of film - always the same
You spit it out, "Your face etched into my brain"

I try
But I
Always end up
Where I began

This is where I fished with my father
This is where I kissed you when no-one knew my name
Lying in the concrete, dead figures of ourselves
The lake is so beautiful at this time of year

Pull the wool from my eyes
Pull the knives out from my back
A chalk outline of who I used to be

I try
But I
Always end up
Where I began

This is where I fished with my father
This is where I kissed you when no-one knew my name
Lying in the concrete, dead figures of ourselves
The lake is so beautiful at this time of year
Track Name: Idiots
Friends in all the right places
I'm tired of watching you,
Walking like a prostitute
Fourteen years from now, you'll be tied to the desk
I'll give you my best

Breathe deeply, tread softly

I've been arguing with idiots
When will I learn?

Forgive me,
Then ask me to leave
If you pour another drink, I'll be your superman
Release me, from these ordinary things
From this Godawful place we call home

I'm sorry
Say a prayer for me
I'm too drunk to speak my own name
If you're with me, if you're there by my side
Then I'm asking you please to tread softly

I've been arguing with idiots
When will I learn?
Track Name: Wasted Time
To my surprise
Something to my left resembling a conversation
To my surprise
Someone to my right
But I can't work out what she's doing

My time has been wasted for the last time
We were hanging on for nothing
Hanging onto nothing at all

Throw away your map
The lines you see can't do you justice
I've always loved the feeling of being lost
I know I'm going back
I'd rather just not think about it
I'll enjoy what's left of the day

My time has been wasted for the last time
We were hanging on for nothing
Hanging onto nothing at all