Same Eye Colour

Lyrics

Pray, pray, pray, God God shines new slogans Gold coating, new testament, don't quote me Can't stand up to the wet look, no loose ends in the good book 5, 4, 3, 2-2-2, hope for an avenue Brown suede, Florsheim, pinstripe-mighty finestyle if you're lying Great form: dead eyes, structured gaslighting Black dead pixels, hide all the ugly black dead powers, past / present / would be Worn out wind sail seeks keen rudder Your hair's my hair And god shone slang, and we can't distill By all means necessarily blood spills New tenements, Young Pony in tow '97 over again: the money wind blows New flock gather, Old folk dither, Young love meets at the bank of the river Great new Windrush through my gutter Your hair's my hair - Same eye colour Don't send your prayers here no more