dick diver – calendar days lyrics
[verse 1]
it’s a high beam drive and i think of you sitting at home
your dad’s tv weeks stacked to the window
and before i knock i just catch your face
washed in the panadol light
i’d let you know that i’d be here, but that’s not my style
[chorus]
and way all up and down the line
standard time, standard time
white metal on a wet, black drive
they’re all calendar days, but you try to break out
[verse 2]
and that old best friend is a zamels ad
bleeding ink on wet pavement or blazing on a model hand
and there’s a kind of quiet, a fighter jet’s applause
they’re all saw-toothed fragments scattered in an empty hall
[verse 3]
and i’m reminded of a rewinding c-ssette
as tyre rubber comes blooming around your legs
and i’m waking up and the sky is pure appliance white
a day as true as tv cop flashback
[chorus]
and way all up and down the line
standard time, standard time
white metal on a wet, black drive
they’re all calendar days, but you try to break out
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