The People Next Door [aka Warm Oily Voices]

Currently an unreleased track.

This song was recorded during a session in Holland at the same time as demos of Unsubstantiated and Drought.

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Aug. 21, 2013]

Baby sleep dark in a winter of coral
And sheets of powdering snow
In a cafe somewhere won't you visit us there
But you drink up your wine and you go

The people next door are making these noises
That's seeping into this dream
The cars in the street with their warm oily voices
Starting to whisper the theme

The smoke in this place must have gone to your head
And we're falling and flailing down (yeah)
And the meter keeps ticking outside on the road
And the outskirts another town

The people next door are making these noises
That's seeping into this dream
The cars in the street with their warm oily voices
Starting to whisper the theme

Morning brings aching, amnesia shadows
Like a tray of colours and rice
In an old river bed of yellows and reds
And your hands and your feet are like ice

The people next door are making these noises
That's seeping into this dream
The cars in the street with their warm oily voices
Starting to whisper the theme

The people next door are making these noises
That's seeping into this dream
The people next door are making these noises
That's seeping into this dream