Space t
Released: 2024
Genres: Lagu Gratis
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Lyric lagu Space t
A tennis ball in a sock against the garage door
means your sister’s going to leave you alone for a change.
Phew.
Your dad’s watching cricket in a roomful of smoke,
curtains tight against the sun and you’re not allowed in either
but what you don’t know is that it’s because he’s hung over.
All you know is he’s scary.
Your mum’s singing Tammy Wynette in the kitchen
but something in her voice and the song
is telling you not to go in there just yet.
There’s a rattle of a magpie;
you don’t know it’s a magpie,
it’s just a bird you don’t even really hear.
Holding Space dust in your mouth makes your tongue go sore
but you do it because you don’t want anyone to know it’s there.
Pour some more.
You hold on tight to the rough hips of the tree
because you’re balancing on an orange and red striped beach ball.
You admire your toes: you look like a circus girl.
It’s Saturday and the sun’s gotta burst soon
and skin cancer hasn’t been invented yet.
You’ve got six whole weeks
before you have to go back:
you’ll be in the circus by then.
You might marry Mickey Dolenz.
Or Pete Duel.
You’ve already got the hat.
means your sister’s going to leave you alone for a change.
Phew.
Your dad’s watching cricket in a roomful of smoke,
curtains tight against the sun and you’re not allowed in either
but what you don’t know is that it’s because he’s hung over.
All you know is he’s scary.
Your mum’s singing Tammy Wynette in the kitchen
but something in her voice and the song
is telling you not to go in there just yet.
There’s a rattle of a magpie;
you don’t know it’s a magpie,
it’s just a bird you don’t even really hear.
Holding Space dust in your mouth makes your tongue go sore
but you do it because you don’t want anyone to know it’s there.
Pour some more.
You hold on tight to the rough hips of the tree
because you’re balancing on an orange and red striped beach ball.
You admire your toes: you look like a circus girl.
It’s Saturday and the sun’s gotta burst soon
and skin cancer hasn’t been invented yet.
You’ve got six whole weeks
before you have to go back:
you’ll be in the circus by then.
You might marry Mickey Dolenz.
Or Pete Duel.
You’ve already got the hat.
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