Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Not Explained, It's Delaware, artist - Tullycraft. Album song The Railway Prince Hotel, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Record label: HHBTM
Song language: English
It's Not Explained, It's Delaware |
Virginia shocked us, throwing stones in desperation |
It was like we didn’t know you anymore |
You kept your glasses in a box when I first met you |
And you asked me if I’d ever bombed before |
Soon enough you’d taken spray paint to the schoolyard |
In the quiet of the car the evening loomed |
At the most it was an esoteric moment |
At the least I should have known that I was doomed |
It’s not explained, it’s Delaware |
And it’s enough to make your friends think that I’m smug but I don’t care |
It’s not explained, it’s Delaware |
Disco Caesar Rodney shouting turn it up and turn it up |
But no, don’t, don’t |
Before you asked if you could color me for Wednesday |
I’d have never though you’d ever look my way |
A different tone, a different trend, a different look |
A different week, a different boy, a different day |
It’s not explained, it’s Delaware |
And it’s enough to make your friends think that I’m smug but I don’t care |
It’s not explained, it’s Delaware |
Disco Caesar Rodney shouting turn it up and turn it up |
But no, don’t, don’t |
Deeply droll and mostly raised on false assumptions |
In a fossil mix of punk and lemonade |
You wore the socks but you were still less optimistic |
And eventually the easy days would fade |
I hadn’t noticed all the records you’d been playing |
Except for Nervous Twitch «You Met Somebody Else» |
That’s when Rehoboth caught me squarely on the shoulder |
It’s the fickle heart that almost always melts |
It’s not explained, it’s Delaware |
And it’s enough to make your friends think that I’m smug but I don’t care |
It’s not explained, it’s Delaware |
Disco Caesar Rodney shouting turn it up and turn it up |
But no, don’t, don’t |
Pratt tie, rinse dye, with eyes on Bedford Stuy |
We don’t recognize Virginia |
Hearts cling, hips swing, ill at ease we sing |
We don’t recognize Virginia |
A charming invitation in a hold me tight creation years ago |