ฟังเพลงPink Lunettes

Pink Lunettes - POND

Composed by：Jay Watson/James Ireland/Nicholas Allbrook/Joseph Ryan/Jamie Terry

Ooh

Too long

A taste of chilled anisette babe

Looking good in pink lunette babe

I see her in pink lunette

I see her in pink lunette

I see her through pink lunette baby

Woo

It was like

It was like ah

A taste of chilled anisette

Looking good in pink lunette

Flashing billboards sick regret babe

Flaming stupor superjet

I see her in pink lunette babe

Yeah

Well Manfred climbed into my nape

Wrapped up in magnetic tape

All my life magnetic tape

Falling

Man

And it chop chop chop chop

Chop chop chop chop

Chopped up like Richter's atlas

I'm fading away

My position in space

Away

A Chekhovian smile

A Chekhovian smile

A Chekhovian smile of last orchards

A Chekhovian smile of last orchards

Softened mother's face

Ooh

Softened mother's face

Softened mother's face

Softened mother's face as she looked up from the star

Coney Island Richter's atlas

Never never never never know who you are

A taste of chilled anisette babe

Looking good in pink lunette maybe

Billboards flashing sick regret

A flaming superjet

Looking good in pink lunettes

Ooh

A Chekhovian smile

A Chekhovian smile

A Chekhovian smile of last orchards yeah

Softened mother's face

Softened mother's face

Softened mother's face as she looked up from the star

My position in space

Fading fading fading

Fading fading fading

A taste of chilled anisette baby

Looking good in pink lunette maybe

Billboards flashing sick regret baby

A flaming superjet wild pink lunettes

Manfred climbed into my nape whoa

Wrapped up in magnetic tape

In my life magnetic tape

Falling in magnetic tape

Maybe maybe

Dreaming dreaming dreaming

Dreaming dreaming dreaming

Dreaming dreaming dreaming of those pink lunettes

Dreaming dreaming dreaming

Screaming and dreaming

Screaming

Those pink lunettes

Ooohh

Softened mother's face

Softened mother's face

Softened mother's face as she looked up from the star

Coney Island Richter's atlas

Never never never never know who you are

A taste of chilled anisette baby

Looking good in pink lunette maybe

Billboards flashing sick regret

A flaming superjet

But I see her in pink lunettes

I should run and hide

Or die in the generational divide

It's getting wild

We'll fall in the generational divide

Was I born too late

For the golden days of my nanny state

We never cried

On my side of the generational divide