Finally August rain
Against dry grass crackling
When sticks break
I can hear her clacking
Chasing chickens
Off pages
At last August rain
And fried bass choking
Let's remain
Against stained glass and coffins
From here, you look painted
Saintly and frustrated
You were finite then and brave
Now faintly like the plaintiff
Defending the feeling as it fades
Sleep through my appetite,
Oh lord, let me be beautiful tonight.
Gasping and teary-eyed
Reflection disappears as the toilet bowl fills with bile
Masochistic nostalgia
It's easier now that things have changed
Barely recognize the doorstep
The backyard still looks the same.
I am the woman in the flooded basement
Immense weight of nagging unfamiliarity
Backstreets, names and faces
That I once described with some semblance of clarity.
How did it all get
So frail and frightfully irreversible?
Pretty women don't light their own cigarettes
But here I am
What am I tirelessly working for?
Ishroyale - Maybe Again in Mexico Lyrics
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Finally August rain
Against dry grass crackling
When sticks break
I can hear her clacking
Chasing chickens
Off pages
At last August rain
And fried bass choking
Let's remain
Against stained glass and coffins
From here, you look painted
Saintly and frustrated
You were finite then and brave
Now faintly like the plaintiff
Defending the feeling as it fades
Sleep through my appetite,
Oh lord, let me be beautiful tonight.
Gasping and teary-eyed
Reflection disappears as the toilet bowl fills with bile
Masochistic nostalgia
It's easier now that things have changed
Barely recognize the doorstep
The backyard still looks the same.
I am the woman in the flooded basement
Immense weight of nagging unfamiliarity
Backstreets, names and faces
That I once described with some semblance of clarity.
How did it all get
So frail and frightfully irreversible?
Pretty women don't light their own cigarettes
But here I am
What am I tirelessly working for?
Against dry grass crackling
When sticks break
I can hear her clacking
Chasing chickens
Off pages
At last August rain
And fried bass choking
Let's remain
Against stained glass and coffins
From here, you look painted
Saintly and frustrated
You were finite then and brave
Now faintly like the plaintiff
Defending the feeling as it fades
Sleep through my appetite,
Oh lord, let me be beautiful tonight.
Gasping and teary-eyed
Reflection disappears as the toilet bowl fills with bile
Masochistic nostalgia
It's easier now that things have changed
Barely recognize the doorstep
The backyard still looks the same.
I am the woman in the flooded basement
Immense weight of nagging unfamiliarity
Backstreets, names and faces
That I once described with some semblance of clarity.
How did it all get
So frail and frightfully irreversible?
Pretty women don't light their own cigarettes
But here I am
What am I tirelessly working for?
Writer: Scott McRae, Owen Holmes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid