Lyrics Broadstone - spies

Broadstone

Arbitrary time with you
Is something that I’m going through
Mornings in my dressing gown
With all the parts for us to drown in
Now its streets are steeped in char
And your friends will live and dwell and park
Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe
With streets all steeped in char
And your friends will live and dwell and park
Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe
I take the blame with
To fly from to base
To dress the mirror, see my work, it’s lacking in its usual grace
And not the time and act surprised and moving swift to draw the blinds
The epileptic on the bed
I take the blame with
To fly from to base
To dress the mirror, see my work, it’s lacking in its usual grace
And not the time and act surprised and moving swift to draw the blinds
The epileptic on the bed
Now its streets are steeped in char
And your friends will live and dwell and park
Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe
With streets all steeped in char
And your friends will live and dwell and park
Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe
Now its streets are steeped in char
And your friends will live and dwell and park
Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe
With streets all steeped in char
And your friends will live and dwell and park
Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe