VERSE:
I crash into town and stagger
Over the dust of my windshield
And a knife of a smile flickers over my face
And then, it's gone
Initially there is a silence
But then I begin to notice more
CHORUS:
Watch out, for my script speak
Watch out, for my script speak
VERSE:
In the distance I hear the white noise of an involuntary audience
And for a moment I feel a part of some captivating performance
And a camera snaps to about 30 centimeters from my face
CHORUS:
Watch out, for my script speak
Watch out, for my script speak
Watch out, for my script speak
Watch out, for my script speak
BRIDGE:
I turn and I look
I turn and I look
I turn and I look
I turn and I look. And I look at my watch.
I turn and I look. And I look at my watch.
I turn and I look. And I look at my watch
OUTRO:
Lying on the sofa
I cannot bring myself to speak
A cartoon is on the telly
Bags up, coats up
Jocks. Jocks, Jokes.
Ahhhhhhhh, there! Ol' Faithful
Oh yeah? Is he here?
He's parking the car
I brought her here for a reason, mate.
It's a fetish night.
It's a fetish night.
It's a night fetish.
It's a night fetish.
credits
from Scriptspeak EP,
released October 12, 2018
Drew: Vox
Jez; Bass, Production
Tom: Organ, the Hair
Lana: Synth, the Noises
Laurent: Guitar
Daniel: Motherfucking Drums
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