Finer Way Of Doing Things by Gascoigne Lyrics
A pair of eyes that could heat up a summer
And shine just like myself
A promise made overseen by a bottle
All empty and dry
Under moonlight the sweetest sound you could rang
Lead us to river where the shit went down
See you on top of the town where their judgment can’t try
This pamphlet has your maiden name
It brings me back to the time where I see everything in a dotted line
For more and more
I realized you affect my life with a flick of a pen
And tempting fate every step of the way
You had your reason and I’m struggling with mine
Call it a writer’s block, it’s halfway done
While I’m composing watch for bullets whizzing by
When I saw you cross the firing line
I found my purpose in life
It’s like scissors and a triple sides
I’m predetermined for this
You know that squinted guy should really try
But you’ll be gone before he even cry
And all the memories yet to happen flashes a warning sign
Let’s chip away this steely afternoon
Just to see, are we low enough for jealousy
Why should we, build a cabin with a canopy?
We should be free
I don’t like the dawn to rise
Old David said it’s logical
Another minute came just to be replaced
I'm not sure what am I to you
I always felt you're the type that will be gone away when the first light hits
Your perfume drifts in the newborn air
I envisioned a place where all things come in two
Along with problems made uniquely for you
Painstaking detail we once carve on a stone
Naming all people that won't stand anymore
It won't be long till they're banging on our door
As I see you cross the firing line
A sense of dread comes to mind
Singular presence no one can't deny
Personified on your thumb
Trigger happy and a matching Glocks
You put my heart to a stop
Finer way of doing things I've planned
Won't be enough to contain
A reputation you would die to protect
And an eagerness to do what I can't
Your sole desire to narrate and liberate
An even bigger picture you would like to take
I see it clearly now that I would die by your own hands
And shine just like myself
A promise made overseen by a bottle
All empty and dry
Under moonlight the sweetest sound you could rang
Lead us to river where the shit went down
See you on top of the town where their judgment can’t try
This pamphlet has your maiden name
It brings me back to the time where I see everything in a dotted line
For more and more
I realized you affect my life with a flick of a pen
And tempting fate every step of the way
You had your reason and I’m struggling with mine
Call it a writer’s block, it’s halfway done
While I’m composing watch for bullets whizzing by
When I saw you cross the firing line
I found my purpose in life
It’s like scissors and a triple sides
I’m predetermined for this
You know that squinted guy should really try
But you’ll be gone before he even cry
And all the memories yet to happen flashes a warning sign
Let’s chip away this steely afternoon
Just to see, are we low enough for jealousy
Why should we, build a cabin with a canopy?
We should be free
I don’t like the dawn to rise
Old David said it’s logical
Another minute came just to be replaced
I'm not sure what am I to you
I always felt you're the type that will be gone away when the first light hits
Your perfume drifts in the newborn air
I envisioned a place where all things come in two
Along with problems made uniquely for you
Painstaking detail we once carve on a stone
Naming all people that won't stand anymore
It won't be long till they're banging on our door
As I see you cross the firing line
A sense of dread comes to mind
Singular presence no one can't deny
Personified on your thumb
Trigger happy and a matching Glocks
You put my heart to a stop
Finer way of doing things I've planned
Won't be enough to contain
A reputation you would die to protect
And an eagerness to do what I can't
Your sole desire to narrate and liberate
An even bigger picture you would like to take
I see it clearly now that I would die by your own hands