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From our forthcoming debut album 'In Defence of an Ordinary Life'
lyrics
That shit was cold, like decompression of the cabin.
I was at work when my departed came to beseech me.
She said "All of us, we were lovers in the true sense."
And now I pour, pour myself into the others.
Probably drunk or stoned,
Just six years out of home.
Courting vice and plunder,
Like we've a million years
Yesterday, before the floor, before the factory,
I kissed my wife, kissed the grave then said, "see you shortly."
All of us we stood on hilltops, drenched in sorrow.
Just to be held, by each other in the moment.
The mill goes grinding on,
Till all are dust and bone.
Chalk Street on to Allworth,
Chalk one up to velvet tombs
Porcelain on leopard print is not my thing,
But you dear Rosalyn,
Emissary sent in crushed velvet,
Can't come home again.
All who've ever thought of you is all that's left.
Can't come home again.
Seems here can be bitter and alone.
Reach down, can you grasp the solid ground.
Cats eyes, reflections of the night.
Gone now, 'if we'd only' be our tomb.
Porcelain on leopard print is not my thing,
But you dear Rosalyn,
Emissary sent in crushed velvet,
Can't come home again.
All who've ever thought of you is all that's left.
Can't come home again...you dear Rosalyn.
All we can leave is flowers,
But we can never roll back the stone.
We own the early hours,
But we can never come stumbling home.
credits
released July 29, 2019
Fazz - Guitar/Vox
K Strawz - Guitar/Vox
B2 - Bass
Ben - Drums
Recorded, mixed and mastered by B2
Illustration by Karla Marchesi
Artwork layout and design by Ben Breitenstein
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