The Wrong Brothers - Fresh Pocket

Take a breath and float away
Hold a light up to my face
Down to dance but not to taste

Stone smooth as we dine on the downbeat beneath the moon
Tone deaf like the best one to be is the last one left

Take a breath and float away
Hold a light up to my face
Down to dance but not to taste

Fly south, where the waves come in as the grooves roll out
And the fires not quiet it burns out loud
But if the spring isn't coming we pray to the sound
Stone smooth as we dine on the downbeat beneath the moon
Tone deaf like the best thing to be is the last one left

Ain't no sleeping here, ain't no need to fear
Ain't no sleeping here, ain't no needing here
All my friends are here the liquors running clear
Ain't no sleeping here, ain't none

Take a breath and float away
Hold a light up to my face
Down to dance but not to taste
Down to drink but not to chase
Take a breath and drift away
Hold a light up to my face
I'm down to dance

Written by:
Morgan Dunbar, Phil Hirst

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