She’s wearing a black coat with a mood to match,
p-p-p-pouring another one down the hatch
to escape from the room without leaving her chair.
She’s knock knock knock knocking out the light,
Waiting for the world to tunnel down.
It’s slipping now.
When she hits the bottom, and it goes to black,
she feels free even though she’s trapped.
It feels like rest but it’s not sleep. She’s all in black and she can’t feel a thing.
Black waves roll and she can’t feel a thing.
She can’t feel a thing.
No, She can’t feel a thing
She can’t feel. a. thing.
I'm wearing a grey shirt with a soul to match
P-p-p-pouring another one down the hatch
To escape from my mind without leaving my skin.
She's sitting next to me at the bar.
Foot tappin' to the guitar
Keeping time like a ticking bomb
She’s got one-way mirror eyes
Can’t see if she’s on the other side
or if anyone is there at all.
Whispers say she’s a Fatale
Whispers says she’s just just just just fatal
Fatal to who?
Black waves roll and she can’t feel a thing.
She can’t feel a thing.
No, She can’t feel a thing
She can’t feel. a. thing.
She licks her lips with big cat’s grace
nothing of the vodka tonic remains
Now I’m the only prey in her sight
She wraps her arms around my waist
It’s too late and there’s no escape,
She’s a rip-tide and she’ll drown me too.
When lips meet lips I wont care
Why bother coming up for air?
let the black waves ride on through.
Black waves roll
and we cant feel a thing
No we cant feel a thing
No we cant feel. a. thing.
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Massive thanks to Donnie for making the drum track, helping me sort the arrangement and generally putting up with me. You're the man, man!
A big, bright, sweet single from Philadelphia's Hurry, sugary vocal melody playing perfectly against starstruck guitars. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 1, 2016