1.Perfect For The Plain
Lyricist：Graham Fink, Austen Christopher Lee, Ryan Rabin, Maximillian
R St John
All the things we think we know
And the war we though we'd won
Three cheers for distance
And the battle's just begun
We'll leave our bodies
Go flying through the haze
When the memory is gone
Does it all just fade away
Playing perfect for the plain
Both our fingers crossed in vain
Beneath the waves
The world above seems so surreal
Carve your thoughts into my head
So I can feel
But the heart froze in the chest
As soon as we learned to see
When the memory is gone
Does it all just fade away
Playing perfect for the plain
Both our fingers crossed in vain
When the memory is gone
Does it all just fade away
Playing perfect for the plain
Both our fingers crossed in vain
2.Broadway And Hurst
Lyricist：Graham Fink, Austen Christopher Lee, Ryan Rabin, Maximillian
R St John
I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Nicholas Foster
I'm not the best looking guy you'll find
But I enjoy Camel Reds and a good piece of Bocelli
And when I've had a few too many, I do things I regret
So I walked over to the bar to meet my friend
Yup, that's Mikey, pint in hand
Looking for any mischief he can find
And I knew I shouldn't but temptation got the best of me
Why do I do all these things to hurt you？
It's a lie, nonsense, he's full of shit
Mother fucker would be lucky if he could find his dick
I was gonna let it slide, turn the other cheek
But I overheard the bastard as he started to speak
She was Foster's once but now she's mine
And that poor old fuck, he doesn't even have a clue＞
I'm going to kill him
Followed the fuck, as he went to take a piss
Crept into the alley, fingers turned to fists
Stayed silent, put my hands around his neck
Looked into his face and sunk the glass into his breast
A surge of blood, a moment passed
I couldn't think, I couldn't move
With every second waiting there
Was something they could prove
Smiled, felt relief as his breath became shy
His body lay limp, I had taken his life, no, no, no
So I woke up like it was any other Sunday
Had a cup of black coffee, read the paper
And had one of my favorite fags
Felt right as rain until the phone rang, hello
Who's this？
Oh, Officer Sloan
I was, uh
No I wasn't there actually
Um, Ray Wells Ray Wells, doesn't ring any bells
The 31st, I was out of town, yeah, that's right
On business in fact, ya see
I was with my bird, we're in love
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