Everything to me is
Ant or anteater
Act or backseater
Fact or pant fire
Bad or baptised
Black or mad white
Damp or bone dry
Night owler
Lamplighter
Green green grass or samphire
Back in the act or backfire
Bang or hold fire
Pew pew
Feather-feet
Stampeder
Can't take a punch or champ-beater
Sensei or bad teacher
Fan heater
Campfire
Abstract or tactile
Out or back a while
Frown or sad smile
Sound or nothing
Bound or hugging
Lounge around or run a mile
I don't want to have to wait for it
Til the morning
What do you call it?
That constant feeling that space rocks are falling
Human shapes chalked in
Death numbers boring
These wet summers plausible
We're yet to succumb still
Stress should have caught us up
Jeff would have bought us if he could
Dress for the mourners
Bless me with a mortgage
Bless those who forfeit
The rainbows or fortunes
But I don't want to have to wait til the morning
I don't want to have to wait til the morning for it
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Everything to me is
Ant or anteater
Act or backseater
Fact or pant fire
Bad or baptised
Black or mad white
Damp or bone dry
Night owler
Lamplighter
Green green grass or samphire
Back in the act or backfire
Bang or hold fire
Pew pew
Feather-feet
Stampeder
Can't take a punch or champ-beater
Sensei or bad teacher
Fan heater
Campfire
Abstract or tactile
Out or back a while
Frown or sad smile
Sound or nothing
Bound or hugging
Lounge around or run a mile
I don't want to have to wait for it
Til the morning
What do you call it?
That constant feeling that space rocks are falling
Human shapes chalked in
Death numbers boring
These wet summers plausible
We're yet to succumb still
Stress should have caught us up
Jeff would have bought us if he could
Dress for the mourners
Bless me with a mortgage
Bless those who forfeit
The rainbows or fortunes
But I don't want to have to wait til the morning
I don't want to have to wait til the morning for it
Ant or anteater
Act or backseater
Fact or pant fire
Bad or baptised
Black or mad white
Damp or bone dry
Night owler
Lamplighter
Green green grass or samphire
Back in the act or backfire
Bang or hold fire
Pew pew
Feather-feet
Stampeder
Can't take a punch or champ-beater
Sensei or bad teacher
Fan heater
Campfire
Abstract or tactile
Out or back a while
Frown or sad smile
Sound or nothing
Bound or hugging
Lounge around or run a mile
I don't want to have to wait for it
Til the morning
What do you call it?
That constant feeling that space rocks are falling
Human shapes chalked in
Death numbers boring
These wet summers plausible
We're yet to succumb still
Stress should have caught us up
Jeff would have bought us if he could
Dress for the mourners
Bless me with a mortgage
Bless those who forfeit
The rainbows or fortunes
But I don't want to have to wait til the morning
I don't want to have to wait til the morning for it
Writer: Dominic Taylor
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