Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pink Lunettes , by - Pond. Release date: 19.05.2022
Song language: English
Pink Lunettes |
| A taste of chill anisette babe |
| Looking good in pink lunettes babe |
| I see her in pink lunettes |
| I see her in pink lunettes |
| I see her through pink lunettes |
| Baby |
| Woooo |
| It was like it was like aaaaaaaaah |
| Taste of chill anisette |
| Looking good in pink lunettes |
| Flashing billboards sick regret baby |
| Flaming stupor superjet |
| I see her in pink lunettes |
| Baby |
| Yeah |
| Manfred climbed into my nape |
| Wrapped up in magnetic tape |
| All my life magnetic tape |
| Falling |
| Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chopped up like Richtr’s alias |
| I’m fading away |
| My position in space |
| Oh well |
| A Chekovian smil |
| Chekovian smile |
| A Chekovian smile of last orchards |
| A Chekovian smile of last orchards |
| Softened mother’s face |
| Oooooooh soften mother’s face |
| Softened mother’s face |
| Softened mother’s face as she looked up from the Star |
| Coney Island |
| Richter’s alias |
| Never never never never know who you are |
| A taste of chill anisette baby |
| Looking good in pink lunettes maybe |
| Billboards flashing |
| Sick regret |
| A flaming superjet |
| Looking good in pink lunettes oooh |
| Oooooh |
| Huh |
| A Chekovian smile |
| A Chekovian smile |
| A Chekovian smile of last orchards yeah |
| Soften mother’s face |
| Softened mother’s face |
| Softened mother’s face as she looked up from the Star |
| My position in space |
| Fading fading fading |
| Fading fading fading |
| A taste of chill anisette baby |
| Looking good in pink lunettes maybe |
| Billboards flashing |
| Sick regret baby |
| A flaming superjet |
| Wild pink lunettes |
| Manfred climbed into my nape |
| Woah |
| Wrapped up in magnetic tape |
| In my life magnetic tape |
| Falling in magnetic tape |
| Maybe |
| Maybe |
| Dreaming dreaming dreaming |
| Dreaming dreaming dreaming |
| Dreaming dreaming dreaming of those pink lunettes |
| Dreaming dreaming dreaming |
| Screaming-and-dreaming |
| Screaming |
| Those pink lunettess |
| Soften mother’s face |
| Softened mother’s face |
| Softened mother’s face as she looked up from the star |
| Coney Island |
| Richter’s alias |
| Never never never never know who you are |
| A taste of chill anisette baby |
| Looking good in pink lunettes maybe |
| Billboards flashing |
| Sick regret |
| A flaming superjet |
| But I see her in pink lunettes |
| I should run and hide |
| Or die in a generational divide |
| It’s getting wild |
| I’ll fall in a generational divide was I born too late |
| For the golden days of my nanny state? |
| We’d never cry and I side with the generational divide |