Like how when you hear us on the airwaves
You can't help but picture a voice in our mouths
And your oral muscles feel the syllables sympathetically
Like how the copper will turn green
Showing time in a chromatic array
In passing cos the spectrum's lost its sheen
I hope I can age that gracefully


Lyrics submitted by shinkickedjim4

Hirondelle song meanings
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