The Title Track by Telyscopes Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mata wasn’t pretty and she knew it well
She didn't leave home before the city slept, and
Out of the storm drain, she crawled like a slug
Keeping her anxieties and Ativan with her
[Bridge]
When I came along, you were lying in the gutter
Struck by a car, convulsing in a puddle of your blood
[Verse 2]
And every week that summer lasts
And every month that summer softens
And every year that summer comes again
I haven’t set foot through that doorway or heard your voice (Mata)
[Chorus]
But I am still singing in the breezeway every night
And I am still sitting on the edge your bed
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
[Bridge]
Sing out a tune and I’ll hum along
Whisper a secret and I will listen
Sing out a tune and I’ll hum along
Ask me to leave and
Mata, Mata
[Chorus]
But I am still singing in the breezeway every night
And I am still sitting on the edge your bed
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
[Bridge]
Ugly boy in storefront window
Bicycle shop and one bright orange cone
Lancaster was a lonely waitress who kept talking and wouldn’t let us leave
Leave me alone, I don't need you scrutinizing me down to the amount of sugar packets in my tea (leave me alone)
Hold you under the faucet until your face is gargling blue and green (leave me alone)
One eye becomes truth, the other eye God
Mata wasn’t pretty and she knew it well
She didn't leave home before the city slept, and
Out of the storm drain, she crawled like a slug
Keeping her anxieties and Ativan with her
[Bridge]
When I came along, you were lying in the gutter
Struck by a car, convulsing in a puddle of your blood
[Verse 2]
And every week that summer lasts
And every month that summer softens
And every year that summer comes again
I haven’t set foot through that doorway or heard your voice (Mata)
[Chorus]
But I am still singing in the breezeway every night
And I am still sitting on the edge your bed
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
[Bridge]
Sing out a tune and I’ll hum along
Whisper a secret and I will listen
Sing out a tune and I’ll hum along
Ask me to leave and
Mata, Mata
[Chorus]
But I am still singing in the breezeway every night
And I am still sitting on the edge your bed
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
Mata, Mata
[Bridge]
Ugly boy in storefront window
Bicycle shop and one bright orange cone
Lancaster was a lonely waitress who kept talking and wouldn’t let us leave
Leave me alone, I don't need you scrutinizing me down to the amount of sugar packets in my tea (leave me alone)
Hold you under the faucet until your face is gargling blue and green (leave me alone)
One eye becomes truth, the other eye God