Letra de Sloslylove Is Playing at My House

Apologies, Comrade CBE if you'd been saving that bottle of gin
Or if a dozen road-weary boys on your floor's not a special occasion
See, Australian "Cops" was a touch overbearing and the dawn was shining right in my eyes
The fires of thirst, they ain't easily quenched
But goddamn if we didn't have to try
There's a line between being spread thin, it seems
And just being distant. Discarded or scattered
This machine kills my bad dreams. Have no trouble sleeping, just skip sleep a bit better
Spin something I ain't heard before
And I'll drink along like I know every word
Find comfort in patterns, disquiet in the static
Hope we dig deeper than ground floors or aesthetics
Spin this web of a family too close to be so far apart
But you can drive all night to the tune of "Brighter Lights" and never once notice the dark
There's a line between being spread thin, it seems
And just being distant. Discarded or scattered
Cymbal bleed. Bathroom stalls and keys
Still no worse for worn-out, wasted or battered
This machine kills my bad dreams
Have no trouble sleeping, just skip sleep a bit better