(J F Thom)
Out here, cable cuts, repeatedly
As we watch our TV shows
No, I don't want your mystery
I can barely stand my own
As I crash
Into my beautiful yesterday
This gun could be for real
But I don't want to be alone
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
I just cut you off
Yeah, I pretty much cut you short
But the joke's on me again and again
As I find religion boxed in
And you looked pretty
In your Sunday clothes
So pretty I almost cried
Then I saw you walk between the stones
With your Blue-green Jesus eyes
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
I play my flute
In a universal key
It's easy
And someday I'll teach you to play
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun is for real
Deepsix - Velvet Lyrics
Deepsix - Velvet Lyrics
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(J F Thom)
Out here, cable cuts, repeatedly
As we watch our TV shows
No, I don't want your mystery
I can barely stand my own
As I crash
Into my beautiful yesterday
This gun could be for real
But I don't want to be alone
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
I just cut you off
Yeah, I pretty much cut you short
But the joke's on me again and again
As I find religion boxed in
And you looked pretty
In your Sunday clothes
So pretty I almost cried
Then I saw you walk between the stones
With your Blue-green Jesus eyes
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
I play my flute
In a universal key
It's easy
And someday I'll teach you to play
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun is for real
Out here, cable cuts, repeatedly
As we watch our TV shows
No, I don't want your mystery
I can barely stand my own
As I crash
Into my beautiful yesterday
This gun could be for real
But I don't want to be alone
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
I just cut you off
Yeah, I pretty much cut you short
But the joke's on me again and again
As I find religion boxed in
And you looked pretty
In your Sunday clothes
So pretty I almost cried
Then I saw you walk between the stones
With your Blue-green Jesus eyes
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
I play my flute
In a universal key
It's easy
And someday I'll teach you to play
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun should be for real
As I sit here in this underground
Pink velvet of nothingness
Exchanging points of view
With myself and drunkenness
As I sit here with these dusting jewels of indecisiveness
This gun could be for real
This gun is for real