Joseph Marrett - Bass
Ryan H. Walsh - Classical Guitar, Lead Vocals
Nicholas Ward - Piano
David Michael Curry - Singing Saw

With:
Sabine Hrechdakian - Voicemail

I'm an engineer's dream
Sleepin' on a clean sheet
Taxi to the country
Only sky above me
Everything becomes possible
When I get next to you

You're a surrealist's best friend
We're kissing in the deep end
Whisper into my mouth
Everything you're on about
Look at me directly and
I'm reduced to something lighter than air

You're a classic of the genre,
But we both know the world's not fair

So crack me like a glow stick
C'mer, hear my heart tick
Tell me 'bout your worst night
Disaster under moonlight
Every time you tell me the same joke
You know I'm amazed

You're a classic of the genre
So I'm sure you're quite used to the praise

So fly me to the moon
We can't be leaving too soon
And then you turn to me
And you shrug and say,
"Well, honey, who says we haven't already arrived?"

You're a classic of the genre
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try
You're a classic of the genre,
So just let me live in front of your eyes