"Curse Of The Frontierland" lyrics - GAME THEORY

Lost to your mascara, I used to like your eyes
Still got your looks I guess I'm tired of what it all implies
A year ago we called this a good time
Nightmares of love affairs, who cares why?

It's five A.M. and we've got everything we want
And I say don't look now
Taking it while we can
Curse of the frontier land
Curse of the frontier land

It's no big secret, folks insist the sickness goes too far
German genius, Paris jet-set breaking down our door
They talk about us like we never tried
Old-moneyed ballroom corpses fuss and whine

I don't like quiet rooms but I just can't take that sound
Now don't look now
Taking it while we can
Curse of the frontier land
Curse of the frontier land
Curse of the frontier land