Frying Paint (Demo)

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this, city a light

See us, through the cracks, we're staring at your backs

We're crumpled under foot

Scared to look like a thing I thought of for a second

Then just took what was that my friend

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Meet the saint, the frying paint maker of the sun

On the track of dirt, he's glued, nowhere left to run

Crusted lips, happy lies

He tells himself the rain won't hurt

Just a drop could make it stop, make it stop

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

All colours washed away again

All colours washed away again

All colours washed away again

All colours washed away again

(All colours washed away again)

Set this city a light

(All colours washed away again)

Set this city a light

(All colours washed away again)

Set this city a light

(All colours washed away again)

Set this city a light

Hit the bars, the dusty bowls

Cars are taking empty souls 'round rabbit holes

The saint is looking to the sky

The clouds they have a story to come

Illicit loving with the sun

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Set this city a light

Washed away again

All colours washed away again

All colours