Church - Warm Oily Voices Lyrics
Baby sleep dark in a winter of coralAnd sheets of powdering snowIn a cafe somewhere wont you visit us thereBut you drink up your wine and you goThe people next door are making these noisesThat seeping into this dreamThe cars in the street with there warm oily voicesStarting to whisper the themeThe smoke in this place must have gone to your headAnd were falling and flailing down (yeah)And the metre keeps ticking outside on the roadAnd the outskirts ******* of townThe people next door are making these noisesSeeping into this dreamThe cars in the street with there warm oily voicesStarting to whisper the themeMorning brings aching, amnesia shadows , like a tray ofColours and riceIn an old river bed of yellows and redsAnd your hands and feet are like iceThe people next door are making these noisesSeeping into this dreamThe cars in the street with there warm oily voicesStarting to whisper the themeThe people next door are making these noisesSeeping into this dreamThe people next door are making these noisesSeeping into this dream
