Music: Bradley Green/Matthew Robinson
Light through my windscreen wipers, looks like glitter and Gold,
sometimes all I need is silence. When I'm driving down this road,
my mind stays lighting, fires outside of the witch still cold.
This light through my windscreen wipers looks like glitter and Gold.
Street, lights, bright, and a broken soul,
All these things need addressing
Space and time on an open road
Open wounds need a dressing
Thoughts s thoughts spin round like like why do things keep regressing
Tarmac, pathways, Rolling Stones
Feelings need repossessing
All of these problems in my mind
Next time won't put more I put less in
It's mad cos half of them ain't even mine
Yeah maybe that's the lesson
And more time man I ain't got time
Maybe we lack connection
But right now that's all I have
Light through my windscreen wipers, looks like glitter and Gold,
sometimes all I need is silence. When I'm driving down this road,
my mind stays lighting, fires outside of the witch still cold.
This life through my windscreen wipers looks like glitter and Gold.
Four corners of my mind got no exits
Except for this ink on a page
Corner of my eye see road exits
So I swerve across through a lane
Times like this man I don't exist
This sadness don't have a name
More time things they don't get fixed
But I stay driving all the same
Look through my contacts like it's a rollerdex
See nobody there in my phone to text
Times like this were my soul reflects
Monsters in my head like a PokΓ©dex
I can catch 'em but I can't chose em
Drive fast but I still can't lose them
Pain grief confusion
Glitter and gold Nar I ain't an illusion
Light through my windscreen wipers, looks like glitter and Gold,
sometimes all I need is silence. When I'm driving down this road,
my mind stays lighting, fires outside of the witch still cold.
This life through my windscreen wipers looks like glitter and Gold.