Absinthe & The Oven's On Lyrics

Puke stained on the passenger door

And worn out answering machine

The dust layers on top of it

Your voice warps when I press repeat

I still feel you under covers

I promise this is the last call

Just want to hear that British slang

One more time before the leaves fall

I drive through our old neighborhood

Tia's paint continues to fade

The palace roof will cave by March

And our shed's seen some better days

Twenty miles isn't enough

They keep telling me about you

Your new life and all those fresh starts

Basement bars like the ones we knew