B'bye
I felt my childhood slip through soapy fingers
Finder's keepers I hope it lingers
This wild herd of worry white washes out my innocence
Ever since the science of buttercup light
Under my chin doesn't work anymore
I've lost the taste for better butter
But I bite the bitter bait of truth
A sour face aloof as the breeze one-eighty's
Find the wind doesn't freeze one's face he's
Changing growing doesn't hold a grudge
This strange unknowing wasn't told to budge up
Make some space
Hands up
Fake some grace
It's tough
Bonfire cinders are too hot to touch
A sullen sulk but my tongue was never black from the bulk of dirty lies
Dull as fuck don't kick up a fuss buckle up the pride of the juveniles
Telling porky pies
Yet my telly eyes
Don't seem that square to me
Eating greens to grow and thrive
With our forks and knives
Didn't seem that fair to me
If I was green I would die
Despite it keen on the eye
What if I couldn't bear to be
This shade of blue?
Da bah dye
Da bah dee da bah dye
Da bah dee da bah dye dee dee
It doesn't seem that fair to me
It doesn't seem that fair to me
It doesn't seem that fair to me
I try to remember the way I felt
Before I fell on the conveyor belt
The cards been dealt and I never saw
Night darker than a royal blue
Crossed the line to a blacker view
The winter's due she sparks another war
B'bye
No lullaby
So I sigh and I might ride the night to see time flyby
Dry out my fantasy life
Vitae is down it hit the ground too sly
Too wry to pry into why
Two tired eyes are too white
Who lied and tried to tell me the sky was mine?
Nine was my lucky number
Call 999
The cloud is crying, stuck in the thunder
Cowed by age's climb and I'm under
Thumb my palms have wrung and now their numb to the joyful fun of a high five
It's time to die my child
Obliged to defile the dial I tried
But I can't deny my supply of youth has an empty vial
B'bye my child it's time to die
Ta ta our kid you must move on it's gone
It's all gone
B'bye my child it's time to die
B'bye my child it's time to die
Ta ta our kid you must move on it's gone
It's gone
It's all gone
Finder's keepers I hope it lingers
This wild herd of worry white washes out my innocence
Ever since the science of buttercup light
Under my chin doesn't work anymore
I've lost the taste for better butter
But I bite the bitter bait of truth
A sour face aloof as the breeze one-eighty's
Find the wind doesn't freeze one's face he's
Changing growing doesn't hold a grudge
This strange unknowing wasn't told to budge up
Make some space
Hands up
Fake some grace
It's tough
Bonfire cinders are too hot to touch
A sullen sulk but my tongue was never black from the bulk of dirty lies
Dull as fuck don't kick up a fuss buckle up the pride of the juveniles
Telling porky pies
Yet my telly eyes
Don't seem that square to me
Eating greens to grow and thrive
With our forks and knives
Didn't seem that fair to me
If I was green I would die
Despite it keen on the eye
What if I couldn't bear to be
This shade of blue?
Da bah dye
Da bah dee da bah dye
Da bah dee da bah dye dee dee
It doesn't seem that fair to me
It doesn't seem that fair to me
It doesn't seem that fair to me
I try to remember the way I felt
Before I fell on the conveyor belt
The cards been dealt and I never saw
Night darker than a royal blue
Crossed the line to a blacker view
The winter's due she sparks another war
B'bye
No lullaby
So I sigh and I might ride the night to see time flyby
Dry out my fantasy life
Vitae is down it hit the ground too sly
Too wry to pry into why
Two tired eyes are too white
Who lied and tried to tell me the sky was mine?
Nine was my lucky number
Call 999
The cloud is crying, stuck in the thunder
Cowed by age's climb and I'm under
Thumb my palms have wrung and now their numb to the joyful fun of a high five
It's time to die my child
Obliged to defile the dial I tried
But I can't deny my supply of youth has an empty vial
B'bye my child it's time to die
Ta ta our kid you must move on it's gone
It's all gone
B'bye my child it's time to die
B'bye my child it's time to die
Ta ta our kid you must move on it's gone
It's gone
It's all gone
Credits
Writer(s): Jonatan Backelie, Ryan Draper
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