Sunday Best from Borders by Combover Beethoven

I know what will tear us apart
And it isn’t love
Whatever tears your literal heart,
It isn’t love

A fish bowl opus
Of slipperiness
There goes the shadow of us
In his Sunday best

If you’re not in the club
You’ll be buried at sea
Don’t be the colour of you,
Be the colour of me

I like to choose my bringer of news from my sofa bed
With city boy views, you’re gonna lose to a wave a red

Back to a time you could cripple and whip
All the suckers who failed to keep a tight ship

Meanwhile on the sea
Someone tries to stay alive
The great white shiver below
To clean up the next to dive

Better out or in?
The mercy stream is buffering
Even if they reach the shore
Will they breathe a quiet morning in?

• Alternative
• electronica
• post-punk
• post-rock
• Cheltenham