the hongkong cinema - sajama cut lyrics

REFERENCE: THE IRISH SEA

Please rest, white rose

For the sun is in your eyes

Watching a ghost

Ever smile if only for a while

Yes the sun is your eyes

Watching

A ghost

Why can’t we ride a different trip?

Anytime, son

I can’t believe you’ve got everything you need

But the songs that you’re singing

Are crying in need

You’ve got everything you want

But the toasts that you’re giving

Are prying in heat

(But the wrongs that you’re feeding me are crying in heat)

Gay birds in transit time

With the sonnet and their ire

Cache for the ghosts

Gather spies, run cold feet

Russian choir

Yeah, the sun says “bitter rye”

Watching the coast

Why can’t we write a different trick?

Anytime, son