Dial Tones 가사

Lucy Rose: It's my constant calamities And overcooked stubborness ways Means I'm hearing dialtones dialtones It's my bus stop reality Outwardly, everything's fine But I'm just hearing dialtones dialtones Ghostpoet: Well I try to work it out But nothing seems to satisfy The taste in my mouth now Bitter like old tea And unloved Grandmas And opened up a jam jar Of past pain narratives That I can still shut So slanging slamming screams Just bounce round the living room And eyes go red like brake lights right But ain't no sudden hopes or Bolts out the blue I'm left in a state of hue, true, true Ghostpoet: Hmm Ain't spoke maybe hmm, about six months And stand up similar to Weston's parts So I plus one scenarios and sit back and watch And partnered by rouge or fresh saw tooth And need some sugar like a wine gum fiend So spring black humour try and crowbar a smile And it works for a while But forecast's bleak Dark clouds circling Rain then sleet Ghostpoet & Lucy Rose: So if I try and call will you pick up? Or will our silly games never let up? I'm trying out some olive branch tactics