Gone away, you're gone for days
Smothered by the human race
Left alone among the graves
When you overturned your heart in summer's rays
Who you calling a liar?
Who you calling a fool?
When it comes to the wire
There's no buying you
There's no Christmas gifts around the tree
No comfort in a dime, indeed
No diamond rings, or pearls, or trips for two
There is nothing gained unless for free
No golden chains and, honestly
No buying, there's no buying you
Gone away, you're gone for days
Smothered by the lover's rage
Left alone among the grace
When you overthrew my heart in summer's reign
Who you calling a liar?
Who you calling a fool?
When you're stuck in the mire
There's no buying
No Christmas gifts around the tree
No comfort in a dime, indeed
No diamond rings, or pearls, or trips for two
There is nothing gained unless for free
No golden chains and, honestly
No buying, there's no buying you
Who you calling a liar?
Who you calling a fool?
When you're down in the dire
There's no crying blues
There's no buying you
There's no Christmas gifts around the tree
No comfort in a dime, indeed
No diamond rings, or pearls, or trips will do
There is nothing gained unless for free
No golden chains and, honestly
No buying, there's no buying you
There's no trying to
Turbulent indie rock from Levi Fuller & the Library that has the snarl of hardcore and the knotty meter of math rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 13, 2018