Lyrics

SYNERGY:

A chair, a room,
Some hazy lust perfume
Sits heavy on the nostrils of the moon.
Your eyes, they creep,
Like funny pages could keep
You from dissecting my every move.

CHORUS:
If I gave you songs and synergy
Would you write a dirty one back to me?

We see, we saw,
We?re Appalachian raw.
You?re the boy; I?m the country.
Your touch, your stare,
It?s like I?m almost there
Scaling down Tin Pan Alley.

Chorus