Echo-Lexington Lyrics

Strung out on superlatives
Absolute and naked
Favorites or champions
Still conclude

So soft i faint
From lack of restraint
Eclipse the mystery
We can see its face

When flesh tones blur within
Your shirt and i keep it quiet
That i'm so austere and pious

Therein lies the waste-not
Upped on minor leisure
Who's scoring for fun but not me?
Offer over automatic
Of the good and wrong
We croon like bats
Making waves so the air contracts

[from The Rehearsal Dinner liner notes]