This one was written long before the band's existence, and is one of the few surviving relics.
lyrics
Down to the core of the planet we inhabit
You didn't say a word
And I enjoyed the ride
There in a room made of granite, I panicked
Even though there was no cause
And you just turned away
But that was only make believe
And sometimes that's just what I need
You were real enough for me
More so than TV
My imagination's better than reality
Daydreaming seems almost tragic
There's no magic when you disappear like smoke
And I sleep on a couch
I wear a mask made of plastic and elastic
To hide the freezer burn
When I can't play your game
'Cause I'm so sick of make believe
In dreams there's nothing to achieve
And you're not real enough for me
Neither is TV
Especially when it doesn't show the shows I want to see
credits
from In Socks Mode,
released April 26, 2002
Tony Figoli - Drums
Dan Schmid - Bass
Dustin Lanker - Vocals, Keyboards
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