Fader

Grabbing onto baggage

I’m thinking of taking off

But you couldn’t pass a blade of grass, between our favourite parts

Wining hard like squashing grapes inside a wooden basin bath

I’m in charge, so no complaining when you’re talking to the sarge

Cash on the countertop, looking like a collage

no counting this paper mache

just mounting this decoupage

Casted in plaster of Paris

I’m casted as English werewolf in Paris

Unaware the damage, until the morning after

I’m savage

Chorus:

Let the lights turn grey

Black nights turn grey

Now let the clouds fade away

Verse 2:

Knocking back this whisky more faster than she can pour it

now it’s coursing through my veins

like a race track full of horses

Forced them down, with salt and lemon quarters

wound up, under the table like dry gum from the mouth of school kids

In the morning it was awkward

She’s doing the walk of shame, on squeaky floorboards

in four-inch heels

A tall mess

Earrings on my dresser

her way back into the fortress

her plan from the beginning get me backed into a corner

“FADER”

Makes her face up like Estée Lauder

planted that bean outside, and got me a stalker

Vining, side of the house climbing

Applying this kinda pressure will turn ashes into diamonds

Chorus:

Let the lights turn grey

Black nights turn grey

Now let the clouds fade away

Verse 3:

Calling all shapes and sizes

come form a single line and make your way to the prizes

Tailor-made, like Momsen and Isis

chip off the old block show me the lock to your privates

Access granted while the eyes get slanted

tripping on booby traps, perhaps my face gets planted

Caught me off balance, with her draws full of talent

I’m of course Woody Allen, rolling tape on Johansson

All for the cutting room floor

I’m all for the cutting on the cutting room floor

Saw the raw edits

More than ready to bed it

Cut scene a sunset, overlapped in end credits

Fader

Chorus:

Let the lights turn grey

Black nights turn grey

Now let the clouds fade away