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Tunng
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Lindsay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Lindsay
Producer
Lyrics
So for me, it's about now, it's about living
It's not about waiting for something that's going to come
What a waste of a life, if what you're worrying about is what's going to come at the other end and where you're going to go
Because I firmly believe the light switch is off
Suzanna wakes in the night
To find that she is floating
Two feet above her small bed
Her chest incised and open
She can see her lungs resting on the ceiling
She can see her heart beating in the corner
She can see her hands lying on the carpet
She can see her toes severed on the sideboard
She thinks about her window
Drawn by the silvery moonlight
She finds herself by the road
Translucent under street lights
When the 42 comes she boards the white bus
Rides it into town, sitting on the back seat
She can feel it move; she can feel the whole world
Moving her like particles of sunlight
(This could really be) Chair
(This could really be) Cat
(This could really be) Tea
(This could really be) The last day of your life
You have a finite time, and therefore you live every day for what you do in that day
And you get to the end of the day and you count your blessings for what has happened in that day
She finds a cosy cafe
Her bones and skull vibrating
She drinks unending coffees
Her plastic chair is singing
She can see herself dancing under street lights
Like a skeleton in an old cartoon
She can see herself flying through the night sky
Like a firework knick-knack sonic boom
She floats into the arcade
Plays Top Gun and Invaders
Eats sweets and drinks lemonade
Smiles at the man beside her
And they talk about something on the TV
And they talk about the strangeness of moonlight
And they talk about pinball and penny slots
And they rise like doves
(This could really be) Chair
This could really be the last chair of your life
(This could really be) Cat
This could really be the last cat of your life
(This could really be) Tea
This could really be the last tea of your life
(This could really be) Fight
This could really be the last fight of your life
(This could really be) Car
This could really be the last car of your life
(This could really be) Tree
This could really be the last tree of your life
(This could really be) Kiss
This could really be the last kiss of your life
(This could really be) Book
This could really be the last book of your life
(This could really be) The last day of your life
(This could really be) The last day of your life
(This could really be) The last day of your life
(This could really be) The last day of your life
(This could really be) The last day of your life
The last day of your life
Writer(s): Michael Lewis Lindsay, Samuel Jonah Genders, Martin Bradley Smith, Ashley Bates, Rebecca Jacobs, Phil Winter
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