Dead in Magazines Lyrics

"someone called your shot
Just from the other side
The self-made rival you are
I thought i caught you breathing
It was just the sound of me laughing
Modern day eves locked arm in arm with cosmo queens
Turning heads
Then their backs
Trying to find the polarized version of their obsession
This is how to escape the horizon, curled up and frozen still

It's the tilt of the hourglass
And we're slowly thinking, waiting, and waking"