Church Warm Oily Voices
Baby sleep Dark in a winter of Coral
And sheets of powdering snow
In a cafe somewhere wont you visit us there
But you drink up your wine and you go
The people next door are making these noises
That Seeping into this dream
The cars in the street with there warm oily voices
Starting to whisper the theme
The smoke in this place must have gone to your head
And we're falling and flailing down (YEAH)
And the metre keeps ticking outside on the road
And the outskirts ******* of town
The people next door are making these noises
Seeping into this dream
The cars in the street with there warm oily voices
Starting to whisper the theme
Morning brings aching, amnesia shadows , like a tray of
colours and rice
In an old river bed of yellows and reds
And your hands and feet are like ice
The people next door are making these noises
Seeping into this dream
The cars in the street with there warm oily voices
Starting to whisper the theme
The people next door are making these noises
Seeping into this dream
The people next door are making these noises
Seeping into this dream
