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Date of issue: 05.10.2020
Song language: English
Nash Harding |
Michael: |
There’s a kid who goes by Nash and who’s been drifting round the streets |
No memory past a few months ago and really violent dreams |
No where to go and barely sleeps, he makes some change by day |
Painting street art for pedestrians, he’s magic some might say |
Cause at night in the back alleys, he paints things you can’t believe |
Lands and magic doorways, otherwordly scenes |
Otherwise he hangs out in all the hippy clubs and coffee shops |
Hiding from Arcadia, measuring days with coffee cups |
Nash: |
When the good times rage and they’re all so thrilld |
And you’re glad you’re her at the bash but still |
You’re the stranger who just wandered in |
You’re the juice who’s lost inside a sea of gin |
You’re the orphan at the ballroom dance |
You’re the bum in stolen coat and pants |
Cinderella waiting for the chime |
Of the midnight bells and she’s lost track of time |
And spare a drink for the gate crasher |
And you think your mind may be broke you’ve no |
Memories before a few months ago |
Since you woke up in that strange odd place |
Did you exist before that very day |