Fish outta water
While the grass is innit
And I'm sorta
High on my luck tonight
False dad pants
Columbian neck dance
And i traded in the grass for the sands
Wet lands
Sollied my plans
To lie with you on the -
Cheap nail polish
Shown by the fairy lights
White socks with grass stains
Least they're still knee high
And i fell straight down
Those oh so slippery blades
That won't allow
Me to be all
Walking with my
Head screwed on backwards
Cos i
Know this feeling won't last
With jukebox joints in the past
And radio silence
The same old love light machine
It still smells sweet to me
That same old love light machine
It still smells sweet to me
Memories pushed in the past
While I'm stepping on Wet Grass