Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ashes, Ashes , by - Royal Canoe. Release date: 24.01.2019
Song language: English
Ashes, Ashes |
| Ashes, ashes |
| Wake me when it passes |
| You can’t hear the flashes |
| Ring around the Rosie, Rosie |
| Pocket full of codeine |
| Thought you said you know me |
| Now we return to ashes, ashes |
| Wake me when it passes |
| You can’t hear the flashes |
| Ring around the Rosie, Rosie |
| Pocket full of codeine |
| Thought you said you know me |
| Half life |
| Dead in the daylight |
| Night, night |
| Living my half life |
| Ashes, ashes |
| Cover up the grasses |
| Who can run the fastest? |
| Ring around the Rosie, Rosie |
| The sky is growing moldy |
| Tell you what it told me |
| Now we return to dust |
| And we wait for the gust |
| Gimme something to feel |
| Nah, nah, nothing for real |
| I think I saw my replacement |
| Lying down in the basement |
| Am I getting complacent? |
| Am I the joy that you haven’t destroyed? |
| Hold it close to your chest |
| Oh, but don’t you feel blessed? |
| I hope you consider |
| You’ll have nothing to give her |
| If you fall in the river |
| Half life |
| Dead in the daylight |
| Night, night |
| Living my half life |
| Playing my games, nothing to do |
| Draw me a map out of here |
| I’ll bring a flame over to you |
| I’m feeling so, so cavalier |
| Tickle on my neck, a single bead of sweat |
| The beating heat recruited takes a tour of my chest hair |
| Trickled down, an unexpected redirection |
| Ripple out a sense of centre leaves me on a bender |
| Lackadaisical and lack of ethical emotion |
| Blowing through like shell in oceans, hear them vent |
| I cop some opiates to help me cope with this |
| They cut the ropes, won’t miss an open invitation out now |
| Ashes covered pasture, Gary Ross upcoming actions |
| I’m indifferent to the shadows getting cast |
| A coup d'état removing any thought of future you has sprawled |
| All useful knowledge will be severed off, forced stop |
| Cut short, old jeans, blood spots |
| Dead by dawn in a town of yawns and poor sports |
| Where the currency’s forced smug looks and slow shrugs |
| And we’re only currently corpses without a sense of urgency to indulge in |
| Half life |
| Dead in the daylight |
| Night, night |
| Living my half life |
| Playing my games, nothing to do |
| Draw me a map out of here |
| I’ll bring a flame over to you |
| I’m feeling so, so cavalier |