Johnny Foreigner - Elegy for Post Teenage Living (Parts One and Two) lyrics
Johnny Foreigner [Alexei Berrow, Kelly Southern, Junior Elvis Washington Laidley, Lewes Herriot]
[Johnny Foreigner - Elegy for Post Teenage Living Parts One and Two lyrics]
Oooooooo so was it worth it?
Well if the dress still fit's you
Fine, then I won't mind
Your lipsticks smudged I'm
Hoping you realised
I guess you learnt that love means sometimes
Hanging up on him and giving in
Heavens still a seachange away
I wish that I had a part in this
I'm footnote small in a mental list you
Make each night in cold bed
Fuck those oxygen freaks and
Their clear heads
I wish this worked like the movies
I'm starting to feel like were acting it out
The scenery froze and we're
Stuck in the scene
Where you lose all yr clothes Go!
And with the ghosts of practiced
Routine we are mementos
Of a time line skewed by public fights
Messy nights I don't recall and
Don't think I want to
I wish that I had a part in this
I'm footnote small in a mental list you
Make each night in cold bed
Fuck those oxygen freaks and
Their clear heads
I wish this worked like the movies
I'm starting to feel like we're acting it out
The scenery froze and we're stuck in the
Scene where you lose all yr
Clothes, o we'll scrape our skin together
Like colliding ships at night
If our bodies are just vessels then our
Captains have gone blind in THIS LIGHT
And every broken heart song you
Heard was yours forever
Slouching yr shoulders
I'd like to say I warned you so but maybe
We sung too fast for you to catch
I know we sometimes do that
Well, whatever we said ended with "these
Reunions just get lamer every year"
That was back 2 years and we're still here
Chic chic just hanging
Like a glint in yr eyes or lint on
Yr tights under another ill-placed uv light
Called ourselves amateur historians but
This is base propeganda i let my heros slip
For how easy it'd be to george pringle this:
Still solar striker skinny hips
And the skirts
I'm sure you let yr sister pick
And further down the platform
Lets call them the dorridge kids
All bleached platinum hair and
Doctor marten hissy fit's
All the talk of the trains they'd
Miss for the clubs they hit
And (ooooooooooooooooooooooooo) how it's worth it
You keep the line free and you stay by the
Phone because you know he'll
Call you sometime
You keep yr nights free and yr tops low
Cut because you hope he'll notice sometime
From self referenced sleepy kisses to
Each casio pseudo cymbal hit
I wish you were a part of this
You keep yr mouth shut and yr heart encased
Because you know he'll break it sometime
You keep yr fingers crossed when yr hands in
His because you know you'll lose him sometime
You keep yr nights free johnny Foreigner
Borrowing beats from The Plan since 2005
And how we miss those guys
Well if the dress still fit's you
Fine, then I won't mind
Your lipsticks smudged I'm
Hoping you realised
I guess you learnt that love means sometimes
Hanging up on him and giving in
Heavens still a seachange away
I wish that I had a part in this
I'm footnote small in a mental list you
Make each night in cold bed
Fuck those oxygen freaks and
Their clear heads
I wish this worked like the movies
I'm starting to feel like were acting it out
The scenery froze and we're
Stuck in the scene
Where you lose all yr clothes Go!
And with the ghosts of practiced
Routine we are mementos
Of a time line skewed by public fights
Messy nights I don't recall and
Don't think I want to
I wish that I had a part in this
I'm footnote small in a mental list you
Make each night in cold bed
Fuck those oxygen freaks and
Their clear heads
I wish this worked like the movies
I'm starting to feel like we're acting it out
The scenery froze and we're stuck in the
Scene where you lose all yr
Clothes, o we'll scrape our skin together
Like colliding ships at night
If our bodies are just vessels then our
Captains have gone blind in THIS LIGHT
And every broken heart song you
Heard was yours forever
Slouching yr shoulders
I'd like to say I warned you so but maybe
We sung too fast for you to catch
I know we sometimes do that
Well, whatever we said ended with "these
Reunions just get lamer every year"
That was back 2 years and we're still here
Chic chic just hanging
Like a glint in yr eyes or lint on
Yr tights under another ill-placed uv light
Called ourselves amateur historians but
This is base propeganda i let my heros slip
For how easy it'd be to george pringle this:
Still solar striker skinny hips
And the skirts
I'm sure you let yr sister pick
And further down the platform
Lets call them the dorridge kids
All bleached platinum hair and
Doctor marten hissy fit's
All the talk of the trains they'd
Miss for the clubs they hit
And (ooooooooooooooooooooooooo) how it's worth it
You keep the line free and you stay by the
Phone because you know he'll
Call you sometime
You keep yr nights free and yr tops low
Cut because you hope he'll notice sometime
From self referenced sleepy kisses to
Each casio pseudo cymbal hit
I wish you were a part of this
You keep yr mouth shut and yr heart encased
Because you know he'll break it sometime
You keep yr fingers crossed when yr hands in
His because you know you'll lose him sometime
You keep yr nights free johnny Foreigner
Borrowing beats from The Plan since 2005
And how we miss those guys