Wicker Park - Into It. Over It.

As you know me, you know I like to keep my chatting short and sweet.

It’s really for the sake of who’s listening.

Typically, when I’m long-winded, it’s pretty lame.

But as opinions bleed out, I’ll make it quick before your records wear out-

I’ll raise my voice on the subject of subtle sounds

and talk your ear off to a point of ironic interest —

early '60s portraits

through antique rooms.

You say, «This could be you, Columbia aught 62, all dolled-up in a blue classic

background.

And this could be me, Atlantic, aught 63, in a suit poised alone,

I spin solos as stories.»

But you and I could never be that lavish.

It’s a point of ironic interest towards

early '60s portraits

through antique rooms.