Peel Dream Magazine – Pictionary Lyrics

Peel Dream Magazine – Pictionary Lyrics

I can’t face the photograph of grandpa while we sneeze
I hear him calling
We should play my favorite game, the artists will agree
I hear it calling

And though you can’t draw, you leave us in awe
On interstellar matters, you’re beautiful
The boys start to brawl, the girls start to bawl
A party night in tatters, a crucible

Turn to face me, try to paint me
Lay me on your knee. I beg your pardon?
Under social circumstances, bonds of levity
Flirting glances, longing fantasy

And though you can’t draw, you leave us in awe
On interstellar matters, you’re beautiful
The boys start to brawl, the girls have a ball
A party night in tatters, a crucible

We should play my favorite game, the artists will agree
I hear it calling