Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Struck Matches, artist - Bop English. Album song Constant Bop, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Record label: Blood and Biscuits
Song language: English
Struck Matches |
Struck matches filling corners of a window sill |
Barn cat with the sickness leaning perfectly still |
Against a dead moon kill |
By all the desires that it feels along the way of their great big hill |
Now I’ve seen you talking down from a borrowed throne |
If you had a nickel for every chance that you’d blown |
You set out for a week on the sea for relief and fresh company |
I like to imagine a killing spree where every victim is me, and all the jokers |
you see |
On the screens and machines |
They provide the scenes and the means for your |
Many fabric complex |
I see a walking disaster |
Won’t it just fade away |
I see a walking disaster |
What’s it gonna have to say |
What’s it gonna have to say |
Built you a filter that you keep in your room |
Under a box old mattress with a golden spoon |
You press holes in your gloom and breathe in all the fumes, getting deeply in |
tune, awaiting the next wave of attack |
Now you’re digging in the icebox for something to have |
Wrapped in tin foil and shoved way in the back |
Sits a memory of ten dozen laughs |
Somebody suggesting you got the kinda hunger you just can’t feed |
I like coffee and you like tea |
We want to make a little money but you can’t sell me |
There ain’t nothing free that can call somebody something but we |
We all already all knew that |
I see a walking disaster |
Won’t it just fade away |
Look here walking disaster |
What’s it gonna have to say |
What’s it gonna have to say |
What’s it gonna have to say |
What’s it gonna have to say |