Drama. | Glass Foxes

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I watch ya, build ya paper crowns, (yeah)
Cry in little towns, it’s sweet, way ya call it “profound,”
As if thunder answers ya sound.
Trace fractures in ya walls, write lil epics on bathroom stalls,
Mourn the last word a lover spoke,
While tide and ice grind the world to pulp.
Wrapped in ya own grand design, brief bright spark ya call “divine,”
Point at my sky, tell me not to cry,
Bid oceans hush, weather pass ya by.
(heh) you call it fate, I call it cheap,
You post a storm, I move the sea,
Ya love is loud, the roots are weak,
I am the fault line under your feet.

Ya call that drama, honey, that’s a lover’s spat,
My kind of drama lays a mountain flat.
“calm down,” ya say, while the ground spins out,
Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, no doubt.

You call that drama, honey that’s a lover’s spat,
My kind of drama lays a mountain flat.
Calm down, ya say, while fault lines roll,
Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, lose control.
Think ya know theatre, ya haven’t got a clue,
Overture’s ovah, now the star is you.
Small talk burns, big skies bruise,
I was here before ya, I’ll be here after too.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Paint ya feelins on a glowin screen,
Take bows fa stagin every scene,
Curse heavens for a little rain,
Deaf to my steady tectonic pain.
Tend ya bonfires, spark ya flares,
Wonder why smoke invades ya prayers.
Shout to prove how deep ya sound,
While roots of ya love rot underground.
Built ya kingdoms on my shiftin bones,
Yet ya the first to throw stones.
Call me cruel when I won’t fold,
But I am the pressure that makes ya gold.

Ya call that drama, honey, that’s a lover’s spat,
My kind of drama lays a mountain flat.
“calm down,” ya say, while the ground spins out,
Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, no doubt.

Ya wanna “drama queen”, lemme give ya a show, 
Plates will wander, flood will overflow,
Sun will blister, feral winds will blow,
This ain anger child, it’s how things go. 
Glass foxes ain hard, say it again, 
Tell it to the cracks in the earth, my friend, 
Heavy is the hand that turns the end, 
I am the wall that will not bend.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
I was here before ya, I’ll be here after,
Light through the smoke, thunder like laughter,
When you say “calm down,” I raise the rafter,
Stage ya stand on sings disaster, I sing faster.

You call that drama, honey that’s a lover’s spat, 
My kind of drama lays a mountain flat, 
Calm down, ya say, while fault lines roll, 
Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, lose control. 
Think ya know theatre, ya haven’t got a clue, 
Overture’s ovah, now the star is you.
Small talk burns, big skies bruise,
I was here before ya, I’ll be here after too.

Ooh, ooh,
I was here before ya, I’ll be here after.

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"Drama." © 2025 Glass Foxes 𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀 · · ─────────── ·𖥸· ─────────── · · I watch ya, build ya paper crowns, (yeah) Cry in little towns, it’s sweet, way ya call it “profound,” As if thunder answers ya sound. Trace fractures in ya walls, write lil epics on bathroom stalls, Mourn the last word a lover spoke, While tide and ice grind the world to pulp. Wrapped in ya own grand design, brief bright spark ya call “divine,” Point at my sky, tell me not to cry, Bid oceans hush, weather pass ya by. (heh) you call it fate, I call it cheap, You post a storm, I move the sea, Ya love is loud, the roots are weak, I am the fault line under your feet. Ya call that drama, honey, that’s a lover’s spat, My kind of drama lays a mountain flat. “calm down,” ya say, while the ground spins out, Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, no doubt. You call that drama, honey that’s a lover’s spat, My kind of drama lays a mountain flat. Calm down, ya say, while fault lines roll, Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, lose control. Think ya know theatre, ya haven’t got a clue, Overture’s ovah, now the star is you. Small talk burns, big skies bruise, I was here before ya, I’ll be here after too. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Paint ya feelins on a glowin screen, Take bows fa stagin every scene, Curse heavens for a little rain, Deaf to my steady tectonic pain. Tend ya bonfires, spark ya flares, Wonder why smoke invades ya prayers. Shout to prove how deep ya sound, While roots of ya love rot underground. Built ya kingdoms on my shiftin bones, Yet ya the first to throw stones. Call me cruel when I won’t fold, But I am the pressure that makes ya gold. Ya call that drama, honey, that’s a lover’s spat, My kind of drama lays a mountain flat. “calm down,” ya say, while the ground spins out, Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, no doubt. You call that drama, honey that’s a lover’s spat, My kind of drama lays a mountain flat. Calm down, ya say, while fault lines roll, Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, lose control. Think ya know theatre, ya haven’t got a clue, Overture’s ovah, now the star is you. Small talk burns, big skies bruise, I was here before ya, I’ll be here after too. Ya wanna “drama queen”, lemme give ya a show, Plates will wander, flood will overflow, Sun will blister, feral winds will blow, This ain anger child, it’s how things go. Glass foxes ain hard, say it again, Tell it to the cracks in the earth, my friend, Heavy is the hand that turns the end, I am the wall that will not bend. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I was here before ya, I’ll be here after, Light through the smoke, thunder like laughter, When you say “calm down,” I raise the rafter, Stage ya stand on sings disaster, I sing faster. You call that drama, honey that’s a lover’s spat, My kind of drama lays a mountain flat, Calm down, ya say, while fault lines roll, Stage ya stand on’s comin unwound, lose control. Think ya know theatre, ya haven’t got a clue, Overture’s ovah, now the star is you. Small talk burns, big skies bruise, I was here before ya, I’ll be here after too. Ooh, ooh, I was here before ya, I’ll be here after.

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