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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JJ72
JJ72
Performer
Mark Greaney
Mark Greaney
Vocals
Fergal Matthews
Fergal Matthews
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Greaney
Mark Greaney
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flood
Flood
Producer
Danton Supple
Danton Supple
Engineer
Rob Kirwan
Rob Kirwan
Engineer
Alan Moulder
Alan Moulder
Mixing Engineer

Letras

The hail it rattles Everything like sin It's the sound of tears And hearts turn to tin Suburbs are wailing They're waiting to drown As the jeering children are whining like hounds My heart is swooning As the air seems so fresh But the shards of ice are Tearing through my flesh Millions of footsteps Each day pound the streets But with every progression Reality retreats I dream like I breathe Have to And I seem like I need For pleasure And I dream like I breathe Have to These worlds, they don't exist But these worlds just persist You're on a cruise ship waiting to die There's a table mountain raking the sky But beads of colours absorbed by your eyes Red is for danger, black is for lies The air is getting heavy which plays on my mind Like a sickly spirit you're a killer but you're mine And I dream like I breathe Have to And I seem like I need Pleasure And I dream like I breathe Have to And I seem like I need Pleasure These worlds, they don't exist But these worlds just persist It's an alabaster ocean It's an alabaster sky The knife slides through the rubber But the creatures they won't die On the banks of the river The days came gently past But in the depths of the hour We hear? You're on a cruise ship waiting to die There's a table mountain raking the sky Through beads of colours absorbed by your eyes Red is for danger and black is for lies It's an alabaster ocean It's an alabaster sky The knife slides through the rubber But the creatures they won't die On the banks of the river The days came gently past But in the depths of the hour We hear? You're on a cruise ship waiting to die There's a table mountain raking the sky You're on a cruise ship waiting to die There's a table mountain raking the sky
Writer(s): Mark William Greaney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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