Gasoline - Josh Pyke

Those were the days awash in a coma

And you couldn’t even go outside

Look for the shade

Out of discomfort

And slide into the downhill ride

Sometimes you can’t forget how you are

Turn up the volume to hear the alarms

A year on the phone

A year with a bruise

And a wish to reach the other side

You came in to play like a reserve

But you’re sittin' on the bench to hide

Sometimes you can’t forget how you are

Turn up the volume to hear the alarms

Heaven and earth

A gift or a curse

They’re not that far

I didn’t deserve all i discerned about how you are

Now your ringing bells

And I’m dodging shells

I smell gasoline, it’s alarming

I was taking cues from watching you

Now you’re out of view

It’s alarming

And you kind of lost me too

Sometimes you can’t forget how you are

Turn up the volume to hear the alarms

Heaven and earth

A gift or a curse

They’re not that far

I didn’t deserve all i discerned about how you are

Now your ringing bells

And I’m dodging shells

I smell gasoline, it’s alarming

I was taking cues from watching you

Now you’re out of view

It’s alarming

And you kind of lost me too