We're Musicians from Nothing Sticks by Pictoria Vark
Tracklist
| 10. | We're Musicians | 3:36 |
Lyrics
The traffic lighting cascades your cheek politely
Like a letter, so inviting
I etch the picture before leaning in
Your brow looks worried ‘bout what I’m thinking
I know I’m one for greener pastures
And chasing the one that you’re after
I see your face in the dappled light
It feels good to be alright
Thank god for good days in bad luck
The times when both are getting fucked
Treat the past like a lifeline
And it’ll hold you for the rest of time
Every verse becomes a chorus
With each subsequent performance
I know you like I know the routine
I miss you most when you’re next to me
We’re not actors, we’re musicians
4,000 people that we’re kidding
I can pretend there’s no mind to read
Your eyes don’t crease when you smile at me
Thank god for good days in bad luck
The times when both are getting fucked
Treat the past like a lifeline
And it’ll hold you for the rest of time
In the murky water of memory
Your stupid face looks just like me
I wanna fade out like the ripple tides
I reel it in with a silver line
If you’re a seashell of a person
Your feet could still reach the ocean
I etch the picture before leaping in
