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The cliff and the sea worry me
It takes weeks and weeks and weeks of energy
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The more that you eat, the bigger the meal
Wrestle back my shoes and coat from the robot in my clothes
Ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes
The list of guests is growing
And we can see them looking
Your salty back is shaking
Past the edge, bones are sinking
The kids all in green eat their beans
And they ride and ride and ride with energy
They're putting out fires and they're making new plans
They're washing their clothes with ash on their hands
Rows of bricks and boring homes and the robot in my clothes
The ground is filling up with stones, no more grass between my toes
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
The church in the town (the church in the town), is it crumbling down? (Is it crumbling down?)
The church in the town (the church in the town), is it crumbling down?
The church in the town, is it crumbling down?
Breaking off and falling in
Eating beans, eating skin
What are you reading?
I see this great blur
All around me, all around me
And it's always changing
It's always changing
From the backseat, backseat
Just blues and reds, blues and reds
There is nothing else to see
There's nothing else to see
We're with the fishes
Our skin is cracking
Tombstones are rolling
Circles enclosing
And we just play our songs to the sea
And hope that nothing comes
And washes us away
Through metal fences
My fingers rested
Obliterated, I do nothing
All those things that you
That you could be
Well, they just go away
Well, they just go away
In a flash of red and blue
In a flash of red and blue
The future's perfect
From the backseat
WRITERS
Oliver Judge, Louis Borlase, Anton Pearson, Arthur Leadbetter, Laurie Nankivell
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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