Blanket 3072 - Nicholas Allbrook

Five whole months in love we lay

beneath the Hebrides, on the bay,

That was what i was thinking of

But i’m still adverse to love

When you see yourself die on a flickering screen,

On a shit TV,

You must’ve missed the scene.

This show’s no fun anymore,

Turn on the fan open the door

It’s thirty-two degrees at night

It’s too fucking hot to fight

If you saw yourself dying in a movie, a Hollywood movie…

Is it heavy in your chest when the fire’s just a line?

And you know that you should sigh,

but you’re a satellite

Even Hollywood seems tired

And sighing it’s allright

you’re a satellite

Grit a teeth and squeeze a tear,

But the sounds all dissapear,

So you get another beer.

But even the bottles have gone dry

so you sigh and you stare,

And you think of Steve and Ash and Claire, at home

On Barnett street.

Suddenly everyone’s looking to the left with their hands on their mouth and

chest.

Emily lives there, she might die

But i don’t care cos i’m high

Well, show me you levitate, and i’ll give you umm…

Is it heavy in your chest when the fire’s just a line?

And you know that you should sigh

But you’re a satellite

Even Hollywood seems tired

And sighing is allright

you’re a satellite