Stand on the morning, head like a weather vane
You stuck to your shirt, you clung to your lemonade
Dirt in the wind, the bugs were singing out of tune
You hear the thump beating down low
When your heart aches and your morning breaks
By the TV on your own
And your hollow hand on a cold can
You're rising like a stone
I heard the warning, I saw you falling
Down along Sydney Road
Be alright, put your weight
On the second hand
Back in the headlights
Windows were screening one by one
A moving image of your reflection
You hardly look sharp, your guts are in a knot
And all your new friends are frayed at the ends
When your heart aches and your morning breaks
By the TV on your own
And your hollow hand on a cold can
You're rising like a stone
I heard the warning, I saw you falling
Down along Sydney Road
Be alright, put your weight
On the second hand
I heard the warning
I saw you falling
Sister's Jeans Video (MV)
Performed By: Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever
Length: 3:16
Written by: Francis Keaney, Joseph Clement Russo, Thomas Russo, Marcel Tussie, Joseph Kevin White
Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Sister's Jeans Lyrics
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Stand on the morning, head like a weather vane
You stuck to your shirt, you clung to your lemonade
Dirt in the wind, the bugs were singing out of tune
You hear the thump beating down low
When your heart aches and your morning breaks
By the TV on your own
And your hollow hand on a cold can
You're rising like a stone
I heard the warning, I saw you falling
Down along Sydney Road
Be alright, put your weight
On the second hand
Back in the headlights
Windows were screening one by one
A moving image of your reflection
You hardly look sharp, your guts are in a knot
And all your new friends are frayed at the ends
When your heart aches and your morning breaks
By the TV on your own
And your hollow hand on a cold can
You're rising like a stone
I heard the warning, I saw you falling
Down along Sydney Road
Be alright, put your weight
On the second hand
I heard the warning
I saw you falling
You stuck to your shirt, you clung to your lemonade
Dirt in the wind, the bugs were singing out of tune
You hear the thump beating down low
When your heart aches and your morning breaks
By the TV on your own
And your hollow hand on a cold can
You're rising like a stone
I heard the warning, I saw you falling
Down along Sydney Road
Be alright, put your weight
On the second hand
Back in the headlights
Windows were screening one by one
A moving image of your reflection
You hardly look sharp, your guts are in a knot
And all your new friends are frayed at the ends
When your heart aches and your morning breaks
By the TV on your own
And your hollow hand on a cold can
You're rising like a stone
I heard the warning, I saw you falling
Down along Sydney Road
Be alright, put your weight
On the second hand
I heard the warning
I saw you falling
Writer: Francis Keaney, Joseph Clement Russo, Thomas Russo, Marcel Tussie, Joseph Kevin White
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group