spring again and anything's for sale
as usual I am no one
where every word and moment
is treated as something crucial and sucks

in the evening dew
with a can or two
I hang around and wait for you
fenceleaning and dreaming
of something new
making no waves

beyond the tracks of an overgrown beach
where insects hum round the flames from an oildrum
we're drifting into oblivion
and out of reach crashing the waves

ba ba ba ba da
in the evening dew
with a bruise or two
fenceleaning and dreaming
of a good day and evening
they're known to happen
even here

in the evening dew
with a can or two
I hang around and wait for you
fenceleaning and dreaming
of something new
making no waves


Lyrics submitted by delial

Flux Detail song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain