作词 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
作曲 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
Cavalcade through antemortem, terminal suburban boredom
Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit
You wait and watch your own self die, not final act but in real-time
You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
Line engaged cradle to grave, you occupy liminal space
A recipe for disaster, a table laid for two
I'm mouth agape, arms open wide, not to receive but crucified
The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
You're a million bucks and I am avarice
You know how I hunger for it
I couldn't draw a dime in fifty states
Nonarrival to your party, I did Five Halves for my birthday
Bitter, lager, Guinness, cider, lemonade to chase
Grind my bones into the finest snow
Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
Dine on my rotten fruit for years and years to come
No talk of the shape of the ceremonial counties
There's no Runners Up Hall Of Fame
I plucked a white-hot shooting star, to wish upon when times are hard
An asterisk against your name
0898-HEARTACHE
You're calling me a mistake
Just call me if you want a bad time
Dial 0898-HEARTACHE
If your calling me's a mistake
Then tell me why we're both still on the line?
[00:00.000] 作词 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey
[00:42.704] Cavalcade through antemortem, terminal suburban boredom
[00:48.202] Summon second magpie for a small dopamine hit
[00:53.336] You wait and watch your own self die, not final act but in real-time
[00:58.585] You are the sight and seeing, you're a reflection of it
[01:04.252] Grind my bones into the finest snow
[01:08.870] Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
[01:14.820] Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
[01:19.537] Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
[01:25.670] Line engaged cradle to grave, you occupy liminal space
[01:30.636] A recipe for disaster, a table laid for two
[01:36.169] I'm mouth agape, arms open wide, not to receive but crucified
[01:41.476] The wind whistled a tune I stole and sang for you
[01:47.153] Grind my bones into the finest snow
[01:51.713] Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
[01:57.745] Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
[02:02.431] Dine on my rotten fruit for years to come
[02:19.276] You're a million bucks and I am avarice
[02:23.139] You know how I hunger for it
[02:25.799] I couldn't draw a dime in fifty states
[02:29.951] Nonarrival to your party, I did Five Halves for my birthday
[02:35.399] Bitter, lager, Guinness, cider, lemonade to chase
[02:40.791] Grind my bones into the finest snow
[02:45.307] Lay me and melt me in a crack of sun
[02:51.339] Restored to earth, afforded a second birth
[02:56.058] Dine on my rotten fruit for years and years to come
[03:23.297] No talk of the shape of the ceremonial counties
[03:28.970] There's no Runners Up Hall Of Fame
[03:34.013] I plucked a white-hot shooting star, to wish upon when times are hard
[03:39.532] An asterisk against your name
[04:28.015] 0898-HEARTACHE
[04:30.383] You're calling me a mistake
[04:33.064] Just call me if you want a bad time
[04:38.429] Dial 0898-HEARTACHE
[04:40.935] If your calling me's a mistake
[04:43.830] Then tell me why we're both still on the line?