BluesRunTheGame
Blackpilled
- Dec 15, 2020
- 1,715
Altocumulus cloud leaves mackerels in the sky
As the sun sets at a stupid time
The stars and planets look so beautiful in winter
And we close the curtains in the afternoon
There are elm trees here, this is the place
My jeans are getting muddy, though
The moon has never looked so clear
When will the pubs be allowed to reopen?
No, I see it; I love it, the hills
Where the train rattles by
I wonder where it's going
'Cause there's nothing open in the city
Orion and his belt proudly patronise the sky
I remember the summer sun here
No stars and planets to be seen in the endless light
Or anyone closing their curtains till the actual night
There were people walking their dogs, in the summer
My jeans were new like the freedom we all felt
That turned out to be so brief
When will the pubs be allowed to reopen?
Well, we saw it, the old café
Now taken over by dancing, drinking teenagers in the dark
As police cars pull up to them
Constables asking them to please disperse
As the sun sets at a stupid time
The stars and planets look so beautiful in winter
And we close the curtains in the afternoon
There are elm trees here, this is the place
My jeans are getting muddy, though
The moon has never looked so clear
When will the pubs be allowed to reopen?
No, I see it; I love it, the hills
Where the train rattles by
I wonder where it's going
'Cause there's nothing open in the city
Orion and his belt proudly patronise the sky
I remember the summer sun here
No stars and planets to be seen in the endless light
Or anyone closing their curtains till the actual night
There were people walking their dogs, in the summer
My jeans were new like the freedom we all felt
That turned out to be so brief
When will the pubs be allowed to reopen?
Well, we saw it, the old café
Now taken over by dancing, drinking teenagers in the dark
As police cars pull up to them
Constables asking them to please disperse
