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Pram
Pram
Performer
Matt Eaton
Matt Eaton
Performer
Max Simpson
Max Simpson
Keyboards
Rosie Cuckston
Rosie Cuckston
Vocals
Sam Owen
Sam Owen
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Eaton
Matt Eaton
Songwriter
Max Simpson
Max Simpson
Songwriter
Rosie Cuckston
Rosie Cuckston
Songwriter
Sam Owen
Sam Owen
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

When you speak your voice goes to outer space My words a typhoon could suck the light out of a star And all the satellites are Russian spies in 50's suits Tampering my codes and interfering With bleeps and hiss the sky eyes talk to themselves Too many screens flicker and I'm blacked out A radio freak in a storm at the edge of the dials The burnt-out smell of my selves disconnecting When you speak your voice goes to outer space My words a typhoon could suck the light out of a star And all the satellites are Russian spies in 50's suits Tampering my codes and interfering At the small end of the telescope, I squirm like a bug Under scrutiny under glass That's thick for shortsighted distant objects Whirling my spinning chair, I can defy gravity The center of the universe is in my solar plexus When you speak your voice goes to outer space My words a typhoon could suck the light out of a star And all the satellites are Russian spies in 50's suits Tampering my codes and interfering
Writer(s): Rosie Cuckston, Jonthan Owen, Matthew Eaton, Daren Garrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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