More songs by Jasper Tygner
Description
Producer: Jasper Tigner
Lyrics and translation
Original
R29 cuts north.
A quarter can of Fanta seeps through the seat, and the beat of the last track seeps through me.
One keeper with it, piecing together a pre-dawn dream.
These window panes, split breath, and frost.
The feeling is good, but the feeling is strange.
My phone is dead, so now I can see.
Twenty-eight eyes.
-Twenty-eight eyes surround me. -And the ceiling lights are on.
And the ceiling lights are on.
We are miles from the place we started from.
And the ceiling lights are on.
See me, half-cut teens, and craggy hands holding a toolbox and a baby bonsai tree.
Coffee steam from the thermos slips down the aisle, past a flamingo pink purse clutched in the grip of a Tyson.
The feeling is good, but the feeling is strange.
I've got something that hurts, but so do they.
We are miles from the place we started from.
-And the ceiling lights are on. -Twenty-eight eyes surround me.
We are miles from the place- -Twenty-eight eyes -. . . we started from.
And the ceiling lights are on.
Stepping out into the sun.
Stepping out into the sun.
Stepping out into the sun.
We are miles from the place we started from. And the ceiling lights are on.
-Stepping out into the sun.
-We are miles from the place we started -from. And the ceiling lights are on. -Stepping out into the sun.