Church - Warm Oily Voices lyrics
rate meBaby sleep Dark in a winter of Coral<br />
And sheets of powdering snow<br />
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In a cafe somewhere wont you visit us there <br />
But you drink up your wine and you go<br />
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<br />
The people next door are making these noises <br />
That Seeping into this dream<br />
The cars in the street with there warm oily voices<br />
Starting to whisper the theme<br />
<br />
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The smoke in this place must have gone to your head<br />
And we're falling and flailing down (YEAH)<br />
And the metre keeps ticking outside on the road<br />
And the outskirts ******* of town<br />
<br />
The people next door are making these noises <br />
Seeping into this dream<br />
The cars in the street with there warm oily voices<br />
Starting to whisper the theme<br />
<br />
<br />
Morning brings aching, amnesia shadows , like a tray of <br />
colours and rice <br />
In an old river bed of yellows and reds <br />
And your hands and feet are like ice<br />
<br />
<br />
The people next door are making these noises <br />
Seeping into this dream<br />
The cars in the street with there warm oily voices<br />
Starting to whisper the theme<br />
The people next door are making these noises <br />
Seeping into this dream<br />
The people next door are making these noises <br />
Seeping into this dream
