Gorsky Records

The Modern Age

(Louise Wener)

She misses the statue in the park

She is a wooden figurine of Noah's Ark

She doesn't vents of ink left in the rain

And now her lines are in distinct

Count the days she lost her ways in love

No, you can't have it all

Everything you've got is beautiful

Love... in the modern age

Sometime it's a cradle, sometime it's a cage

There was a dress that she used to wear

That matches the color of her eyes but not her hair

And it was lined with sex and hope

Now the only scintillation laundry soup