Testo The Drip

Your attention for a moment
Your attention for a moment

It was a dirty grey day, there was a constant drizzle
As we drank Lucozade, though it was not artisanal
Just a fizzling of orange, the drip inside of me
My friend was walking round in bare feet
Cos he’s started to use He says there’s nothing more tragic
Than a dead person’s shoes
Now he’s wearing the crown in his own
Cashmere shanti town
Oh, you always were the clown

Now, sinking in a puddle on the side of the road
They thought it was a rock but found it was a rose
A little too late little, little too late darling
We’re on the drip, I guess you were always

Breaking habits
There he goes
The cat that I can’t feed
Make me happy But not for long
‘Cos patterns only keep
Your attention for a little while
Your attention for a little while
The third time your alarm went off I just left you snoring
For a little while, ‘cos getting up again would be boring
For a dirty grey day, for a bubble in my tea
And I‘ve been thinking how your demons
Are affecting your health
And maybe if I leave you sleeping
When you’re punching yourself
You might just fight them all off
And we can fall right back in love
Oh, the drip inside of us

Sinking in the puddle on the side on the road
He swore it was the Rockerfellers, now he’s a ghost
A little too late, too late for us, darling
We’re on the drip, I guess it gets harder

Breaking habits
There he goes, the rose that I can’t keep
Make me happy, not for long
The drip inside of me
Boy, you make me happy, but if you go
I’d still be glad that I had your
Attention for a little while
Attention for a little while

We’re home, we’re hosed
But patterns, they run deep
I gotta learn to let go
Of roses I can’t keep
Breaking habits
There he goes, the cat that I can’t feed
Make me happy, but not for long
The drip inside of me
Boy, you make me happy, but if you go
I’d still be glad that I had your
Attention for a moment
Your attention for a moment