Get-to-Bed Birds
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Lyrics
A shit year ends I kiss my friends We raise half empty glasses To the next one And the night wears on Not for us the usual fuss The useless resolutions But most a line of auld lang syne Far away Fireworks are exploding And the champagne flutes are full To overflowing So at first light I say goodnight And while the suburb slumbers I stumble around the stomping ground Past the pub they're pretty up For all the so-called locals And past the house That once was ours And here I am Another year beginning Half-way home with the get-to-bed birds singing
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:39
- Key
- 5
- Tempo
- 124 BPM