0898 HEARTACHE Songtext
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0898 HEARTACHE Songtext
Cavalcade through antemortem
Terminal surburban 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
A mouth agape, arms open wide
Not to recieve 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 50 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 you′re calling me a mistake
Then tell me why we′re both still on the line?
Terminal surburban 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
A mouth agape, arms open wide
Not to recieve 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 50 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 you′re calling me a mistake
Then tell me why we′re both still on the line?
Writer(s): Gareth Paisey, Tom Bromley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
