Novocaine from Bella Donna by Oliver Burdo

Are you my host
The god, the ghost
Hear the changing of the tide
All with innocence, circumstance, and evidence
Must be partial to denial

Sweet dreams my dear
I’ll find you when you’re near
Won’t be a long way out

All my friends have gone
Paid a cheaper toll, then the bus ride home
Train hopper, Bail jumper, holding out the line
It’s easier that way, we’ve all made our mistakes

Novocain, caress the brain
On the naked nerves of ticking time
Novocain, going to lay me low
For the passing ain’t the easy way to go

Are you the ghost
The child, the host
The speaker that roams bout the house
Separate to coincide, consciousness is another choice
But you dare not say a word

The grownups, have their table
We, we have the gasoline
We’ll blow up all the documents,
Demanding lack of speech
Quiet now your lips
Speak deeply to the mist
Leave the preacher, to man the guillotine

All my friends have gone
Paid a cheaper toll, then the bus ride home
Train jumper, bail skipper, holding out the line
It’s easier that way, we’ve all made our mistakes

Novocain, caress the brain
On the naked nerves of ticking time
Novocain, Lay me low
For the passing ain’t the easy way to go
Novocain, it’ll be simpler still
The passing ain’t the only thing that kills
Novocain, it’ll be simpler still
For the passing ain’t the only thing that kills

• Folk
• Indie Rock
• Lyrical
• coffee house
• New York