Dial Tones

Chorus: Lucy Rose

It's my constant calamities

And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones..

Dial tones

It's my bus-stop reality

I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones..

Dial tones

Verse One: Ghostpoet

Well I try to work it out, but nothing seems to satisfy

The taste in my mouth now, a bitter like O-T

And unloved grandmas, and opened up her jam jar

Of past pain narratives that I can seal shut

So slangin' slammin' screams just bounce round the living room

And eyes go red like brakelights, right but

Ain't no sudden hopes or bolts out the blue

I'm left in a state of hue, true true

Chorus: Lucy Rose

It's my constant calamities

And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones..

Dial tones

It's my bus-stop reality

I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones..

Dial tones

Verse Two: Ghostpoet

Hmm, ain't spoke in maybe hmm about six months

And stand-offs similar to Westerns parts, so I

Plus one scenarios, and sit back and watch and

Partnered by rouge and fresh sore tooth and

Need some suger, like a wine gum thing so

Spring black humour, try to crow-bar a smile, and it

Works for a while, but forecast bleak

Dark clouds circling, rain then sleet

Chorus: Lucy Rose

It's my constant calamities

And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones..

Dial tones

It's my bus-stop reality

I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones..

Dial tones

Ghostpoet & Lucy Rose:

So if I try and call, will you pick up?

Or will I see the games never let up?

Tryin' out some olive branch-type tings

Things.. Things..

So if I try and call, will you pick up?

Or will I see the games never let up?

Tryin' out some olive branch-type things

Some olive branch-type things

It's my constant calamities

And overcooked stubbornness ways, means I'm hearing dial tones..

Dial tones

It's my bus-stop reality

I believe everything's fine, but I'm just hearing dial tones..

Dial tones