Lyrics Pink Lunettes - Pond

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