"Poolside" lyrics
"Poolside"
Turn on the light bulb in your mouth
Now it's shining
Look at the ceiling over our heads
It is lifting
Look at the concrete by the poolside
It is sinking
Feel my fingers round your back
They are loosening
I am quaking
You are shaking
We are breaking in two
I am snaking
You are faking
We are breaking in two
Hold it in one hand
Bounce it on your knee
You hold it so tightly
I'm broken in three
Let her run around by the poolside
Let me sit down on your calf
When you hold me so loosely
I'm broken in half
I am quaking
You are shaking
We are breaking in two
I am snaking
You are faking
We are breaking in two
Break the light bulb in your teeth
It's still shining
Look at the blue skies over our heads
They are falling
Turn the concrete into grass fields
For our babies
Feel your fingers round my neck
They are tightening
I am quaking
You are shaking
We are breaking in two
I am snaking
You are faking
We are breaking in two
Writer(s): Steven Jones
- AZLyrics
- B
- Babybird Lyrics
album:
"There's Something Going On" (1998)
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