Watercolour Grey Songtext

von Thought Industry

Half man, lathe Secada died
Thus causation be concomitance
I'll empathize like grangers
Melting chocolate drip
Smeared on Dublin ties

Because you're laughing on with a memory
Laughing while I berate myself
I wasn't there for the landslide
That's coming to terrorize you

Up she yawns time to shake
Waking up for her new day
Combing out her grease paint hair
With a smoke and a coffee

If your God is fake
Scarred like you on your new day
I will come and paint
Your face watercolor grey

Madulin, thespian conspired
Our county fair revisions lay red and atomized
Some pompous phrases on wine
My combine splits the sky
I'll be with you again