Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trucks, artist - Spacey Jane. Date of issue: 11.06.2020
Song language: English
Trucks |
| Every morning, fighting through a coma |
| Each affliction carries its misnomer |
| Trucks roll loud into the port |
| They go where I could never know |
| My toes are freezing, cold cuts through the Persian |
| Rug I’ve stolen, Dad thinks that I’ve borrowed |
| He gives more than I can pay back |
| Twenty-two, I’ll never pay him back |
| Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths |
| Floating in the rainwater with pill bags |
| It’s winter, south of the river without a job |
| Oh, I don’t see it getting any better |
| Empty bottles, if not for the burnt butts |
| Falling over, wind in from the coast cuts |
| Hard and sharp, messes up my hair |
| Leaves fall, peppering the air |
| Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths |
| Floating in the rainwater with pill bags |
| It’s winter, south of the river without a job |
| Oh, I don’t see it getting any better |
| No, I don’t see it getting any better |
| Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths |
| Floating in the rainwater with pill bags |
| It’s winter, south of the river without a job |
| Oh, I don’t see it getting any better |