February from Impossible Colours by daria

February

Cigarettes are burning in grey swirls of hope
An ashtray full of all your sins, you’ve got to learn to cope
There’s a black box recorder on, there’s a black box recorder on

The last voice in the crash was Stubbs’ growling ‘Springtime’; the beauty of a broken glass.
So we just danced and then we dimmed the lights until February’s blackout, there was beauty in the dark and we said nothing.

Another drink to a better fate, a bad taste in the mouth only time can dispel, or that’s what they say.
There’s a black box recorder on, there’s a black box recorder on.

• Rock
• indie
• power pop
• Angers