New Brighton City Quiet Thrills Lyrics

Instincts cook up a mess about half a mile out

So I sit on a stool and plate damage control

To be built up

To be building

Not where you may but where they perceive you should

What's me to them really though?

I shamefully shuffle past the end of the block

After slipknotting my rational motor functionless

To be lit up

To be gas kissed

To be a pawn but dress like a prince

And be treated as such

When the lights were on

And people were there

Only when there are things to prove

I don't need much

But I want a hell of a whole lot of a thing or two

Like honesty

Those new brighton city quiet thrills

Passing with she through seasons of wither

When we could have made it to the new house by spring

To be switched up on

Cause it's so hard

To be out on a limb for somebody to crush

Designated mulch

When the lights were dimmed and I was away

By those in social sway

Still don't need much

But I'd love a hell of a whole lot of a thing or two

Like empathy

Those new brighton city quiet thrills

You don't have me sometimes like I don't

Let me help you light the way to cope