作词 : Ross Drummond
作曲 : Ross Drummond
I can taste the decay coming from the front row
Popcorn and the hotdogs that are filling a hole
Watching Silver Screens
Trying to Feel Happy.
Frame a photograph, a classic scene of regret
Long to be the centre third focussed in your lens
Chemical Impulses
Sending false hopes through my bones
A Marigold Moon
A Swiffer Sunset
A Marigold Moon
Oh clean my conscience
I have a city sensibility; I can hold my own
Running my mouth like I’m in a marathon
The State of disrepair
Distance from here to there
I long to lose my self and focus in on the floor
Frailties and the cracks that run from here to the door
A permanent patient
Looking for the quickest fix
Send me home
A Marigold Moon
A Swiffer Sunset
A Marigold Moon
Oh clean my conscience
And I can taste the bleach on your breath
Covering the old spice and cigarettes
And I can taste the bleach on your breath
Covering the old spice and cigarettes
作词 : Ross Drummond
作曲 : Ross Drummond
I can taste the decay coming from the front row
Popcorn and the hotdogs that are filling a hole
Watching Silver Screens
Trying to Feel Happy.
Frame a photograph, a classic scene of regret
Long to be the centre third focussed in your lens
Chemical Impulses
Sending false hopes through my bones
A Marigold Moon
A Swiffer Sunset
A Marigold Moon
Oh clean my conscience
I have a city sensibility; I can hold my own
Running my mouth like I’m in a marathon
The State of disrepair
Distance from here to there
I long to lose my self and focus in on the floor
Frailties and the cracks that run from here to the door
A permanent patient
Looking for the quickest fix
Send me home
A Marigold Moon
A Swiffer Sunset
A Marigold Moon
Oh clean my conscience
And I can taste the bleach on your breath
Covering the old spice and cigarettes
And I can taste the bleach on your breath
Covering the old spice and cigarettes