Drop It Doe Eyes

作词 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey

作曲 : Tom Bromley/Gareth Paisey

You expected my war diaries

But time ran out and I, I let you down

A small thanks note written in French is no shorthand for

"This thing gave me writer's cramp"

Another dream about shapeshifting

Well we move with such elegance, with such grace

With all our dignity just in place

Deer die with their eyes wide open, eyes wide open, eyes wide open

Deer die with their eyes wide open

Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons

To get across the sense of impending doom

And the leaves like the artwork to "Major Leagues"

look like dead foxes on the hard shoulder

And for some reason I think that I attributed this story

To the bypass of the town I hadn't visited

So goes the backing track of all the sighs we'd ever sighed

Deer die with their eyes wide open, eyes wide open, eyes wide open

Deer die with their eyes wide open

Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons

To get across the sense of impending doom

And I am 17 pages through this notebook now

And there are little more than pictures of how I see you in an X-ray machine

That's more like a television screen

And you're in a rut, and I know that you know what I mean

And then the realisation hits that

not even two gospel choirs could save us now

Turn up on your doorstep

Feeling like roadkill

Tasting like postage stamps

And when I touch you

You fold up like an envelope

With everything I ever wrote

Pouring out of your mouth.