Dial Tones

Chorus: Lucy Rose
Its my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means Im hearing dial tones..
Dial tones
Its my bus-stop reality
I believe everythings fine, but Im just hearing dial tones..
Dial tones
Verse One: Ghostpoet
Well I try to work it out, but nothing seems to satisfy
The taste in my mouth now, a bitter like O-T
And unloved grandmas, and opened up her jam jar
Of past pain narratives that I can seal shut
So slangin slammin screams just bounce round the living room
And eyes go red like brakelights, right but
Aint no sudden hopes or bolts out the blue
Im left in a state of hue, true true
Chorus: Lucy Rose
Its my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means Im hearing dial tones ..
Dial tones
Its my bus-stop reality
I believe everythings fine, but Im just hearing dial tones..
Dial tones
Verse Two: Ghostpoet
Hmm, aint spoke in maybe hmm about six months
And stand-offs similar to Westerns parts, so I
Plus one scenarios, and sit back and watch and
Partnered by rouge and fresh sore tooth and
Need some suger, like a wine gum thing so
Spring black humour, try to crow-bar a smile, and it
Works for a while, but forecast bleak
Dark clouds circling, rain then sleet
Chorus : Lucy Rose
Its my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means Im hearing dial tones..
Dial tones
Its my bus-stop reality
I believe everythings fine, but Im just hearing dial tones..
Dial tones
Ghostpoet & Lucy Rose:
So if I try and call, will you pick up?
Or will I see the games never let up ?
Tryin out some olive branch-type tings
Things.. Things..
So if I try and call, will you pick up?
Or will I see the games never let up?
Tryin out some olive branch-type things
Some olive branch-type things
Its my constant calamities
And overcooked stubbornness ways, means Im hearing dial tones..
Dial tones
Its my bus-stop reality
I believe everythings fine, but Im just hearing dial tones..
Dial tones