Ennie from Glass Moon by Balaclava

Soldier on a table telling them to lay it off
Burning shoulders off the older persons falling off
A tall drink of water drenched in topics
they all shared from cool to bland
Keep a message in a bottle never letting up his hand

Stop what he was having such a temporary con
Keep on sulking up the alleyway a sympathetic dog (Ye)
Language is impending what he has the guts to call
Himself as a victim of the address on the phone
The address on the phone, yeah the address on the phone
The address on the phone, yeah the address on the phone

Too Loose to call you a diet
Fell into you in a moment of kindness
And the cool hands you brush on the carpet
When you wish it was quiet

Stick the landing sweetly with a sideways little glance
Keeping em kissing in the alley never letting up his hand
From her picture in her pocket he found himself all wrote
Off the evening from her diary, it must have been a joke
He was just imagining this beating no one's done him wrong
Just a sticky note he keeps receiving hanging on the phone
hanging on the phone, yeah he' hanging on the phone
Yeah he's hanging on the phone, Yeah he's hanging on the phone

So cruel to write to an island
With a foolish kiss caught out of silence
Oh we just pull these ships into this silence
Oh this glorious silence

• Country
• bed
• Saint John