作词 : Adam Paul/Ellis Hale/Alex Wheatley/Alister Gibbons
作曲 : Adam Paul/Ellis Hale/Alex Wheatley/Alister Gibbons
huddled like aphids
families of orchids built across the cataract span
with endless shaking at sunrise in the atrium
for i saw all summer in the daylight with hands tied
behind the sculptures of primrose acetate
when it should of been a nice day
it should of been a nice day
daylight savings peel my plastic skin
but don't touch me for i've had this cough a while
with endless shaking at sunrise in the atrium
for i saw all summer in the daylight with hands tied
accepting the losses of lifting the peeling paint
when it should of been a nice day
it should of been a nice day
dry heaving my life away
for i may forever be in sleep mode
or violently dressed in magnolia
for thinking my own kisses sin
or dry heaving up huddled aphids
families of orchids
education beating deep beneath this chest
grief gives bright days shade
of endless wasting cobwebs in the atrium
for i saw all summer in the daylight with hands tied
accepting the losses of lifting the peeling paint
when it should of been a nice day
it should of been a nice day
作词 : Adam Paul/Ellis Hale/Alex Wheatley/Alister Gibbons
作曲 : Adam Paul/Ellis Hale/Alex Wheatley/Alister Gibbons
huddled like aphids
families of orchids built across the cataract span
with endless shaking at sunrise in the atrium
for i saw all summer in the daylight with hands tied
behind the sculptures of primrose acetate
when it should of been a nice day
it should of been a nice day
daylight savings peel my plastic skin
but don't touch me for i've had this cough a while
with endless shaking at sunrise in the atrium
for i saw all summer in the daylight with hands tied
accepting the losses of lifting the peeling paint
when it should of been a nice day
it should of been a nice day
dry heaving my life away
for i may forever be in sleep mode
or violently dressed in magnolia
for thinking my own kisses sin
or dry heaving up huddled aphids
families of orchids
education beating deep beneath this chest
grief gives bright days shade
of endless wasting cobwebs in the atrium
for i saw all summer in the daylight with hands tied
accepting the losses of lifting the peeling paint
when it should of been a nice day
it should of been a nice day