Church music for aliens
At ten to two
On a Sunday afternoon
It's day two
All that's left is this strip of blues
Giz a clue
But not the full picture
Tackin little pictures on your Instax
I just want you to know that I'm inta
The sh*t that you put on your Insta
And you know I'll miss ya
Stick around and let's take a picture
And when you close your eyes
Something golden when I'm not with ya
You can stick around
Promises, I won't let you down and
You know I'll miss ya
Yeah, you know I'll miss ya
Tiny photographs from your tiny themed art things
Each one could sing a song
But I can't sing
Heartstrings, on a heart shaped harp
Pick the tune and play it from the start
Tiny photographs from your tiny themed art things
Each one could sing a song
But I can't sing
Heartstrings on a heart shaped harp
Pick the tune and play it from the start
Church music for aliens
At ten to two
On a Sunday afternoon
It's day two
All that's left is this strip of blues
You look in place
A permanent fixture
You took it like your tiny picture projects
I love it, minor hiccups... no stress
Floaty overtones of rose and gold
It's frozen cold
I'll show you the ropes, but the ropes are old
And you know I'll miss ya
Stick around and let's take a picture
And when you close your eyes
Something golden when I'm not with ya
You can stick around
Promises, I won't let you down and
You know I'll miss ya
Yeah, you know I'll miss ya