Lyrics

To much time spent on wine and cigarettes
not enough focus on the ball
When it come to counting up your sweet regrets
could I be your favorite of them all
But what does it matter now my little scared cow,
you?ve taken every thing ive ever owned at all
What does it matter now you in that tattered shroud
And me like an egg against the wall
Standing in the waters under silver moon,
Watching reflective memories,
Waiting here alone for the tide to flow
To wash these open wounds far out to sea.
Chorus
Outré
All songs 2003 station house music written by andy browne