Broadstone - spies

Arbitrary time with you

Is something that I’m going through

Mornings in my dressing gown

With all the parts for us to drown in

Now its streets are steeped in char

And your friends will live and dwell and park

Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe

With streets all steeped in char

And your friends will live and dwell and park

Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe

I take the blame with

To fly from to base

To dress the mirror, see my work, it’s lacking in its usual grace

And not the time and act surprised and moving swift to draw the blinds

The epileptic on the bed

I take the blame with

To fly from to base

To dress the mirror, see my work, it’s lacking in its usual grace

And not the time and act surprised and moving swift to draw the blinds

The epileptic on the bed

Now its streets are steeped in char

And your friends will live and dwell and park

Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe

With streets all steeped in char

And your friends will live and dwell and park

Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe

Now its streets are steeped in char

And your friends will live and dwell and park

Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe

With streets all steeped in char

And your friends will live and dwell and park

Cause now you’re on the broadstone babe