Lyrics
Blue skies are all I see when I see you
and I see, lilac hues,
I see, lilac hues.
I don’t mind if I never make it though
because I don’t mind when I see you,
no baby I quite like the view.
I won’t lie, your smile reminds me of early June,
dancing barefoot in my room,
you left that stick and poke tattoo.
And sunshine on olive skin, the smell of your shampoo,
on my gum you make me chew,
side of my cheek you make me chew.
And late late nights we’d walk the streets without a clue,
and your arms were my cocoon,
words that remind me of you,
oh every word reminds me of you.
I know it’s dark we best be getting back to our rooms,
but oh just another hour or two,
I’ll make you laugh, I know your humour’s crude.
AHH x4
And we’ve got kisses that are well overdue,
kisses I want to share with you,
because when it rains I think of you,
oh won’t you kiss me black and blue.
And late late nights we’d walk the streets without a clue,
and your arms were my cocoon,
words that remind me of you,
oh every word reminds me of you.
Dry those eyes, I dry those eyes when I’m with you,
when I’m with you I’m never blue
oh lilac hues, oh lilac hues.
Chorus x2
There’s about 14 mugs in my bedroom.
Coat hangers lining the floor
And all that I have left of you is the cigarettes left in my drawer
Im buzzing like a bee in a jam jar.
Your voice is playing like a broken record.
Coins fall from pockets and the world will go on
but it’s you I can’t ignore.
And your favourite sweet is licorice,
you raised your arms around me when we kissed.
You held me close before you left,
you smelt like beer cans and dull incense.
I tell myself that I don’t care but you know I’m a shitty liar.
I catch my tears in my palms but it doesn’t mean my hearts stopped crying.
Friends say it will pass and its true, I can’t believe I’m losing you.
Darling don’t go.
The whiskey that I’m drinking doesn’t taste the same.
I feel like a puppet, I’m going slightly insane.
I missed the way you mocked me, smiled with those cranberry lips
And as the rain fills up the gutters
Like gum your shadow sticks.
And your favourite sweet was liquorice,
you raised your arms around me when we kissed.
You held me close before you left, you smelt like beer cans and dull incense.
I tell myself that I don’t care but you know I’m a shitty liar.
I catch my tears in my palms but it doesn’t mean my hearts stopped crying.
Friends say it will pass and its true, that I can’t believe I’m losing you.
Darling don’t go.
I tell myself that I don’t care but you know I’m a shitty liar.
I catch my tears in my palms but it doesn’t mean my hearts stopped crying.
Friends say it will pass and that’s true, I can’t believe I’m losing you.
Darling don’t go.
And your favourite sweet is liquorice,
you raised your arms around me when we kissed.
You held me close before you left,
you smelt like beer cans and dull incense.
I think I could love you if you were more of a dick,
He’s lovely, too lovely, the kinda guy you’d have kids with.
But our phone conversations are cramping my bill and my style.
I think it’s best if we don’t see each other for a while.
Oh, introverted to your lovely.
Yes, it’s all your fault.
Because I don’t want somebody
who will kiss my knees when I fall.
Oh, I think I could love you if you let me down a bit more.
Stop asking me if i’d eaten and picking up on my needy calls
Don’t you know inviting me to dinner is only going to make it hurt more.
When I tell you we should end it cause you don’t care for me and you’re getting way too tall.
Oh, introverted to your lovely.
Yes, it’s all your fault.
You’re too gentle to hurt
so we gotta put this thing to a halt.
You told me u loved me in the back of your old 5 speed car,
And I went home and cried until my tear streaks looked like scars.
You know that I love you.
You know that I care.
You know that I need you
But I know loving you would only hurt in the end.
Introverted to your lovely.
You know I like to say it’s your fault
But the truth is I can’t put you thru it,
so we’d better put this thing to a halt.
Simone, smells like honey tobacco,
can’t go home,
coz her Mum just sold the flat.
Dimitri,
hangs out buy the skate park,
he’s jealous of his brother and always gives out caustic remarks.
Tivo, plays base in a punk band,
her grandma died last year
and she hasn’t been the same since.
And Monty, can make anyone laugh,
but he’s scared of trains
and thinks one day we’ll all turn our backs.
Divine minds.
Divine minds.
Divine minds, oh divine, divine.
Picquart, he speaks six different languages
not for the reason you may think
as most people call him dangerous.
Sebastian, would never admit it
but he sleeps all day, says he’s OK
and is just trying to fit in.
Divine minds.
Divine minds.
Divine minds, oh divine, divine.
Well, Oscar still collects stamps and we don’t know why.
Mila and her boyfriend argue all the time.
Billy, we only see him on the holidays.
OUR OWN BIG BEAUTIFULNESS IN OUR OWN BIG BEAUTIFUL WAY.
Divine minds.
Divine minds.
Divine minds, oh divine, divine.
Everyone’s been telling me i need new shoes.
I don’t undo my laces, didn’t know that was rule.
And yeah they may be scuffed in places,
You can’t even hide the look on your faces.
Sneaker head, sneaker head, you’ve got a problem.
You keep your kicks on a shelf, hey! Shoes are for walking.
Sneaker head, sneaker head, get over your jordans.
If they’re still in the box, how are you meant to be scoring?
The lady in the shop was giving me that face,
I don’t know what for, don’t want your shoes anyway.
And yeah there may be dirt on my laces, well that’s because they’ve taken me places.
Sneaker head, sneaker head, you’ve got a problem.
You keep your kicks on a shelf, hey! Shoes are for walking.
Sneaker head, sneaker head, get over your jordans.
If they’re still in the box, how are you meant to be scoring?
(Clean your shoes
Man, those kicks are trash
I hate sneakerheads dude
Where did you get them?
Dude I hate sneakerheads)
Sneaker head, sneaker head, you’ve got a problem.
You keep your kicks on a shelf, hey! Shoes are for walking.
Sneaker head, sneaker head, get over your jordans.
If they’re still in the box, how are you meant to be scoring?
Sneaker head, sneaker head (clean your shoes), you’ve got a problem.
You keep your kicks on a shelf, hey! (man those kicks are trash) Shoes are for walking.
Sneaker head, sneaker head, (are they even new) get over your jordans.
If they’re still in the box, how are you meant to be scoring?
Pricy doesn’t mean awesome.
How are you meant to score then?
Tell me, how are you meant to score then?
Sneakerhead, you’ve got a problem.
Throw on your shoes and keep walking,
keep walking.
Credits: Mink Mila, Oscar Dawson, Ali Barter
Flower child
Take the sun
Make it melt
Have some fun.
Flower child
Bear my hands
Brush my cheek
I’m a dog to your command.
You like to bloom
You like to bloom
And when you do
I fall a little more in love.
Flower child
Give up your smile
Promise forever
Put your knuckles in mine for a while.
Flower child
Kiss my lips
Hold me tight
Don’t loosen your grip.
Flower child
I’m in the wind
I hear your voice
I’m giving you all that I bring.
You like to bloom
You like to bloom
And when you do
I fall a little more in love.
Call my name x4
Said You like to bloom
You like to bloom
And when you do
I fall a little more in love
(with you).
I am not a stranger
I am not a friend
Call me foolish if makes you feel like man
But don’t blame me for trying to mend
I am not a follower,
Though you may say I look the type
And I won’t tell you I’m not terrified
But even birds have to jump before they fly
You can cry out for your soldiers
Or fill my shoes with cement
But stay put I won’t, for I am not your doll
I’ll break my back before letting you come back in.
Stop calling to tell me that I need you because you know it’s not fair,
Because your drunk and I’m tired and just want to go to bed
I’m sick with giving you chances that you never really embrace
And you can’t crash at my place
You used to tell me I was overreacting
You used to laugh when I asked where you had been
Guess you can’t expect to be treated like a woman
By a boy who’s not man, see to them it’s just too much effort to put in.
But I won’t way say I don’t think about you when I’m lying in bed,
Even if every other night I was worried about, if you were kissing some other girls neck
But I know its better like this and time proves what we think we can’t face so I’m you know I’m starting with, you can’t crash at my place
Stop calling to tell me that I need you because you know it’s not fair,
Because your drunk and I’m tired and just want to go to bed
I’m I sick with giving you chances that you never really embrace
And you can’t crash at my place
(you can crash at my place).
You belong in the cardboard streets that collapse under the rain
Under park benches in the middle of a city that doesn’t have a name
And you belong in a pack that runs free, not just on my wall,
With a distinct wet dog smell and a thick black coat, carrying a ball
And in the stormy clouds
You come out
And dance in the rain
When the sun comes out your gone again,
Created in the mind of a child, on a day that fostered boredom
Between brothers tiny fingertips, covered in grey-led; we adored him
With the home of a light-switch and sitting in a cloud
With it’s sketched body neck, unattached to its Eyes or its mouth
And in the stormy clouds
You come out
And dance in the rain
When the sun comes out your gone again,
When the sun comes out your gone again.
And its part of the room, Its part of the family
And it’s warm and its true, Nobody cares for it’s inhumanity
That photo of you, still hangs in my room
next to my fresco’s you loved.
You’re wearing glasses and your hair is parted
because you’d just gotten a haircut.
You know you’d have loved the new house
it’s walls are all cracked and worn out.
You always had an eye for design.
You’d have spent all your time in the garden,
sketching on parchment.
You always smelt of ginger and thyme
(Da da da da)
(Da da da da)
Frescos and you,
Fresco’s ad you,
Oh I’m losing my mind.
Ginter and thyme,
Ginger and thyme,
Oh I’m losing my mind.
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