Song | First Light |
Artist | Martin John Henry |
Album | The Other Half of Everything |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Every time I come around there | |
Black boxes full of tar abound | |
Did you notice when it left you? | |
No polis came to protect you | |
Somewhere up the trains | |
We were only weans | |
Who died and forgot about this | |
As a child | |
I knew that | |
I would die | |
As I grew up | |
Material | |
It’s all material | |
Such fine material | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, material | |
Now every time I come away | |
Fluorescent strip-lights always say | |
Here’s your colour temperature kids | |
Spin me round | |
And turn it up | |
Don’t look down | |
When you come up | |
Here’s the truth | |
So listen up | |
We all died when we grew up | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light. |
Every time I come around there | |
Black boxes full of tar abound | |
Did you notice when it left you? | |
No polis came to protect you | |
Somewhere up the trains | |
We were only weans | |
Who died and forgot about this | |
As a child | |
I knew that | |
I would die | |
As I grew up | |
Material | |
It' s all material | |
Such fine material | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, material | |
Now every time I come away | |
Fluorescent striplights always say | |
Here' s your colour temperature kids | |
Spin me round | |
And turn it up | |
Don' t look down | |
When you come up | |
Here' s the truth | |
So listen up | |
We all died when we grew up | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light. |
Every time I come around there | |
Black boxes full of tar abound | |
Did you notice when it left you? | |
No polis came to protect you | |
Somewhere up the trains | |
We were only weans | |
Who died and forgot about this | |
As a child | |
I knew that | |
I would die | |
As I grew up | |
Material | |
It' s all material | |
Such fine material | |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, material | |
Now every time I come away | |
Fluorescent striplights always say | |
Here' s your colour temperature kids | |
Spin me round | |
And turn it up | |
Don' t look down | |
When you come up | |
Here' s the truth | |
So listen up | |
We all died when we grew up | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light | |
First light is our last | |
Last light is our first light. |