LYRICS: synapse to synapse the possibility's thin i'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings on your wedding date the figures in plastic on the wedding cake that i took were so real and i kept a distance. the complications cloud the postcards and blips through fiberoptics as the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parent bought "i'll catch you this time!" crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? screaming, drunk, d (chordiearchive.chordie.com)