As usual I am no one
Where every word and moment
Is treated as something crucial and sucks
In the evening dew
With a can or two
I hang around and wait for you
Fenceleaning and dreaming
Of something new
Making no waves
Beyond the tracks of an overgrown beach
Where insects hum round the flames from an oildrum
We're drifting into oblivion
And out of reach crashing the waves
Ba ba ba ba da
In the evening dew
With a bruise or two
Fenceleaning and dreaming
Of a good day and evening
They're known to happen
Even here
In the evening dew
With a can or two
I hang around and wait for you
Fenceleaning and dreaming
Of something new
Making no waves
Spring again and anything's for sale As usual I am no one Where every word and moment Is treated as something crucial and sucks In the evening dew With a can or two I hang around and wait for you Fenceleaning and dreaming Of something new Making no waves Beyond the tracks of an overgrown beach Where insects hum round the flames from an oildrum We're drifting into oblivion And out of reach crashing the waves Ba ba ba ba da In the evening dew With a bruise or two Fenceleaning and dreaming Of a good day and evening They're known to happen Even here In the evening dew With a can or two I hang around and wait for you Fenceleaning and dreaming Of something new Making no waves Explain Request ×
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