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Pianos Become The Teeth

Buckley

 

Buckley

(album: Drift - 2022)


These last minute apologies
Where we used to sneak away
Sneak touches for free
Now we're laughing
To keep from telling
Each other what we need

Luck ran out, was never found
Like Buckley forever down

Gliding like your father's creatures as they cut right through the dark
Shining back our facial features as they try to hide our scars

The years moved, told the whole truth
They took me for everything

Gliding like your father's creatures as they cut right through the dark
Shining bright my sweet Lou's weakness as I've gone and lost so far

The years moved, told the whole truth
They took me for everything
Remember when this was ours?

Times of our lives
Seem now like someone else's sheets
Somehow, now I'm finally here
Not meeting your needs
Funny, I don't have to leave
For you to miss me

Times of our lives
Seem now like someone else's sheets
Somehow, now I'm finally here
Not meeting your needs
Funny, I don't have to leave
For you to miss me

Times of our lives

Times of our lives
Seem now like someone else's sheets
Somehow, now I'm finally here
Not meeting your needs
Funny, I don't have to leave
For you to miss me

(Oh, the splitting isn't as clean as I'd like to think)
Me and Buckley, oh, this can't be happening to both of us
(Oh, the splitting isn't as clean as I'd like to think)
'Ole Miss rivers young believers flowing to and fro, we're gone
(Oh, the splitting isn't as clean as I'd like to think)

You find me too much, a little too often, you just find me victory marching
A little too much, a little too often, you just find me victory marching
You just find me victory marching, you just find me victory marching
Find me

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