Pink Haze Lullaby

Saturday night, living the dream on a borrowed ID

Pretending to care, the band is a scene,

it’s a debris

Boots on, heels carried,

stumbling through the field

Gin from the bottle,

the secrets we keep are sealed Smoke to choke the feeling,

till the walls drift away All we talk about is leaving,

all the words that we say

No matter how far the signal travels or fades

This is the place,

the place where we were made

I know every streetlight,

every shadow, every shade

Fires on the beach,

the foundations we laid

Small town secrets, the oath that we keep No matter the distance,

the anchor is deep

Painting the face, hair straightened for the bus

Anywhere but home, the horizon calls to us

Poker in the shed,

ex-boys in the talk

Freezing in the cold,

the path we had to walk

All that I know is,

the distance is a lie

We’re built on the ghosts of the small-town sky

Maybe the colours will fade.

Maybe the streetlights will blink out.

But this is where I was made.

Ooh-ooh...

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The anchor is set.