Lyrics Quincy Morris - spies

Quincy Morris

You were the founding father of bravery
Slinging your bullets into monstrous skin
That’s how I saw you in my childish naivety
That was your title when I crowned you my king
That’s what I saw when the cream coloured bricks
Made an inverted corner in an unusual street
That’s before I lived in you spoke with you kissed you
That’s before I ventured underground, underneath
On moonlit nights I’d see reflections
Of when the warmth would flood into our inner celebration
Till Hollywood stood and severed what it could
Till that night when we tripped silent to the station
There, on the eastern border
On the eastern shore
Is where I’ve been fooled into thinking
That there’s nothing more
You left me caught, though on my sheets you linger
You left me caught between your thumb and your finger