Luke Nyman - Feel the Breeze

Hookers with hobbies are home for the weekend
Powdering noses for hobbledy horses
Straight jacket perversions for bent politicians
It's all in a days work for the night apparitions

Lightning bolt flashes alarming the masses
Reflect in the faces of those painted ladies
Escaping in carriages whilst wiping their faces
From the shame they acrued from all their disgraces

Oh, feel the breeze
Feel the breeze

Rocking horse children have no one to rely on
As ladies in dresses spend a day at the races
Watching pirates protest being put through their paces
& secretly wish they could all takes their places

There's a war in the sky 'tween the thunder and the rain
And the elements fight till the end of the day
And they're both just like actors, trying to get laid
In their own sweet, fucked up way

Oh darling, feel the breeze
Oh feel the breeze

Sometimes we says things, we don't always mean things
And sometimes it seems we only say mean things
Get carried away at the edge of extreme things
Breaking down chairs, and shouting and screaming

As we run over rooftops away from the madness
Of crowded up coffee shops, aggressively hounded
By sounds in surround, like a coat made of foxes
It feels so luxurious and totally toxic

And sometimes you're in love
sometimes you're with love
sometimes you give love
sometimes you hate love

Sometimes you take love
And sometimes you make love
Sometimes you fake love
But it's totally great, love

Oh feel the breeze
Oh darling, feel the breeze

There's a sun in the sky, as the rain washes down on you
They spit in your eye, and they kick you to the ground
As they leave you to die, and you're lost, but you've found
That you're breathing alive, as you fight to survive it all

Oh
Oh

Feel the breeze

Written by:
Giles Soutry, Luke Nyman

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