Room 425
Afternoon calls in the gloom of a sky
Draw the curtains, favour incandescent light
Children laughing in the face of the night
Never mind their screams, it's Fiji Time
Ceiling white
Interrupted by a parasitic flight
Their wings, they sing to keep you up all night
Your train of thought has left you chasing butterflies
Never mind their wings, it's Fiji Time
Your itchy thighs
In vain you strain to cover up from further bites
And keep your guard up without any sight
Swiftly drawing blood in the blink of an eye
Catch you unaware and still flying high
And when you strike
You check for signs of black and red of any kind
Between your palms unlike the ones outside
Beseech the ceiling for a break from further bites
And in your palms the future of your rest reads 'Nien'
Daniel Tedford - Fiji Time Lyrics
Daniel Tedford - Fiji Time Lyrics
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Room 425
Afternoon calls in the gloom of a sky
Draw the curtains, favour incandescent light
Children laughing in the face of the night
Never mind their screams, it's Fiji Time
Ceiling white
Interrupted by a parasitic flight
Their wings, they sing to keep you up all night
Your train of thought has left you chasing butterflies
Never mind their wings, it's Fiji Time
Your itchy thighs
In vain you strain to cover up from further bites
And keep your guard up without any sight
Swiftly drawing blood in the blink of an eye
Catch you unaware and still flying high
And when you strike
You check for signs of black and red of any kind
Between your palms unlike the ones outside
Beseech the ceiling for a break from further bites
And in your palms the future of your rest reads 'Nien'
Afternoon calls in the gloom of a sky
Draw the curtains, favour incandescent light
Children laughing in the face of the night
Never mind their screams, it's Fiji Time
Ceiling white
Interrupted by a parasitic flight
Their wings, they sing to keep you up all night
Your train of thought has left you chasing butterflies
Never mind their wings, it's Fiji Time
Your itchy thighs
In vain you strain to cover up from further bites
And keep your guard up without any sight
Swiftly drawing blood in the blink of an eye
Catch you unaware and still flying high
And when you strike
You check for signs of black and red of any kind
Between your palms unlike the ones outside
Beseech the ceiling for a break from further bites
And in your palms the future of your rest reads 'Nien'
Writer: Daniel Tedford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid