Letra de Calendar Days

[Verse 1]
It's a high beam drive and I think of you sitting at home
Your dad's TV Weeks stacked to the window
And before I knock I just catch your face
Washed in the Panadol light
I'd let you know that I'd be here, but that's not my style

[Chorus]
And way all up and down the line
Standard time, standard time
White metal on a wet, black drive
They're all calendar days, but you try to break out

[Verse 2]
And that old best friend is a Zamels ad
Bleeding ink on wet pavement or blazing on a model hand
And there's a kind of quiet, a fighter jet's applause
They're all saw-toothed fragments scattered in an empty hall

[Verse 3]
And I'm reminded of a rewinding cassette
As tyre rubber comes blooming around your legs
And I'm waking up and the sky is pure appliance white
A day as true as TV cop flashback

[Chorus]
And way all up and down the line
Standard time, standard time
White metal on a wet, black drive
They're all calendar days, but you try to break out