Once Upon an Acid Glance
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โฑ๏ธ 3:41 duration
๐ ID: 6855861
๐ Lyrics
Haven't the foggiest, faintest idea
Half of the stillness of a soap opera actor
I just sorta wish, sorta wish, sorta wish
That you wished you were here
That's not how it appears
I've never featured in your scenes, never will
I said your name in a prayer
A prayer I said to the air last year
How I would live as a prisoner
It's all total bullshit, tiffany interiors
Ruched red velvet security cameras
It's the quiet times that really do me in
Disastrous indecision
Walking in the shadow of a drawing pin
In a raincoat, on a Monday etcetera
Mocking all of my hockney ephemera
Rare plagiarisms, superimpositions of karen and cohen
So you can close your eyes and think of him
And I can lie back and think of Ekland
And we needn't make a sound
We're the talk of the town
Just lay your hands down, on my skin
On my skin
Oh, oh, behind us the screaming of train
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the drowning of dream
Oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the tail and the spin
And that sound in the wing
Babe, it's a small violin
See I've been dreaming in horrific collodion
Grand delusions only fit for Napoleon
Once upon an acid glance I might have reeled you in
When Virginia reel was the dance
And you were shy and I smitten
I could've reached into my pocket, rummaged for a promise
Said something ironic in a voice like Dylan Thomas
And you would have let him down
But morning is broken
Half of the stillness of a soap opera actor
I just sorta wish, sorta wish, sorta wish
That you wished you were here
That's not how it appears
I've never featured in your scenes, never will
I said your name in a prayer
A prayer I said to the air last year
How I would live as a prisoner
It's all total bullshit, tiffany interiors
Ruched red velvet security cameras
It's the quiet times that really do me in
Disastrous indecision
Walking in the shadow of a drawing pin
In a raincoat, on a Monday etcetera
Mocking all of my hockney ephemera
Rare plagiarisms, superimpositions of karen and cohen
So you can close your eyes and think of him
And I can lie back and think of Ekland
And we needn't make a sound
We're the talk of the town
Just lay your hands down, on my skin
On my skin
Oh, oh, behind us the screaming of train
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the drowning of dream
Oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the tail and the spin
And that sound in the wing
Babe, it's a small violin
See I've been dreaming in horrific collodion
Grand delusions only fit for Napoleon
Once upon an acid glance I might have reeled you in
When Virginia reel was the dance
And you were shy and I smitten
I could've reached into my pocket, rummaged for a promise
Said something ironic in a voice like Dylan Thomas
And you would have let him down
But morning is broken
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.76] Haven't the foggiest, faintest idea
[00:12.99] Half of the stillness of a soap opera actor
[00:19.99] I just sorta wish, sorta wish, sorta wish
[00:23.74] That you wished you were here
[00:27.07] That's not how it appears
[00:31.10] I've never featured in your scenes, never will
[00:35.17] I said your name in a prayer
[00:38.59] A prayer I said to the air last year
[00:43.52] How I would live as a prisoner
[00:48.98] It's all total bullshit, tiffany interiors
[00:53.70] Ruched red velvet security cameras
[01:00.85] It's the quiet times that really do me in
[01:09.15] Disastrous indecision
[01:12.96] Walking in the shadow of a drawing pin
[01:17.38] In a raincoat, on a Monday etcetera
[01:21.98] Mocking all of my hockney ephemera
[01:24.84] Rare plagiarisms, superimpositions of karen and cohen
[01:33.58] So you can close your eyes and think of him
[01:40.07] And I can lie back and think of Ekland
[01:47.29] And we needn't make a sound
[01:50.13] We're the talk of the town
[01:51.33] Just lay your hands down, on my skin
[02:03.18] On my skin
[02:10.17] Oh, oh, behind us the screaming of train
[02:17.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the drowning of dream
[02:25.68] Oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the tail and the spin
[02:34.33] And that sound in the wing
[02:38.26] Babe, it's a small violin
[02:41.61] See I've been dreaming in horrific collodion
[02:45.27] Grand delusions only fit for Napoleon
[02:50.67]
[03:05.34] Once upon an acid glance I might have reeled you in
[03:11.56] When Virginia reel was the dance
[03:15.47] And you were shy and I smitten
[03:18.82] I could've reached into my pocket, rummaged for a promise
[03:23.59] Said something ironic in a voice like Dylan Thomas
[03:26.94] And you would have let him down
[03:34.03] But morning is broken
[03:38.57]
[00:12.99] Half of the stillness of a soap opera actor
[00:19.99] I just sorta wish, sorta wish, sorta wish
[00:23.74] That you wished you were here
[00:27.07] That's not how it appears
[00:31.10] I've never featured in your scenes, never will
[00:35.17] I said your name in a prayer
[00:38.59] A prayer I said to the air last year
[00:43.52] How I would live as a prisoner
[00:48.98] It's all total bullshit, tiffany interiors
[00:53.70] Ruched red velvet security cameras
[01:00.85] It's the quiet times that really do me in
[01:09.15] Disastrous indecision
[01:12.96] Walking in the shadow of a drawing pin
[01:17.38] In a raincoat, on a Monday etcetera
[01:21.98] Mocking all of my hockney ephemera
[01:24.84] Rare plagiarisms, superimpositions of karen and cohen
[01:33.58] So you can close your eyes and think of him
[01:40.07] And I can lie back and think of Ekland
[01:47.29] And we needn't make a sound
[01:50.13] We're the talk of the town
[01:51.33] Just lay your hands down, on my skin
[02:03.18] On my skin
[02:10.17] Oh, oh, behind us the screaming of train
[02:17.93] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the drowning of dream
[02:25.68] Oh, oh, oh, oh, behind us the tail and the spin
[02:34.33] And that sound in the wing
[02:38.26] Babe, it's a small violin
[02:41.61] See I've been dreaming in horrific collodion
[02:45.27] Grand delusions only fit for Napoleon
[02:50.67]
[03:05.34] Once upon an acid glance I might have reeled you in
[03:11.56] When Virginia reel was the dance
[03:15.47] And you were shy and I smitten
[03:18.82] I could've reached into my pocket, rummaged for a promise
[03:23.59] Said something ironic in a voice like Dylan Thomas
[03:26.94] And you would have let him down
[03:34.03] But morning is broken
[03:38.57]