British Boots

Ghost writer, you've got to self-destruct or flower
One of these things is going to show your power
The time has come for us to open-field expire
Fall asleep and burn just like a fireplace fire
Archive sitting on a hillside
A slow life sailing in the sea

Ghost writer, you've gotta self-destruct or flower
One of these things is gonna show your power
The time has come for us to open up, expire
Decorate our rest with a feedback fire
Orange skies supervise the sunshine
Each night it's the ghost of Sheryl Lee

The times that change us are often the strangest



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Dillon
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