Spring Colours - Hagstone Lyrics

And if there was a cut for you
But hell there wasn't one
So f*cking throw me in the brine
Pull eyes and say you've won
Adder cough up gold coin
Cut short off of old bribes
An old death mid-winter
Won't revive in the summer
You're political shade on a perfect sunny day
And you'd be burned out on the stake if it meant all eyes on you
But how could I let you
And f*ck it I can be a gale
I guess you never knew me well
So we'll see how your mind flows
Head cracked against the flagstone
Oh poor you
A single Obol's not the price to be ferried through
It's no more noble than this mess I'll admit it too
So Charon points you back to shore
It's fine anyway, short stream, you'll swim to cross
Us Adders drown in the wake of you
You're plucking feathers, glued together
Just to stay afloat
You're shooting blindly in a dovecote
All to be alone
You're plucking feathers, glued together
Just to stay afloat
You're shooting blindly in a dovecote
All to be alone
Oh to be alone