Talking Straight - Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

All day, I listen out for Jenny’s old coupé

Midnight blue, it’s faded, but she’s always been true

Holiday, haven’t seen you since, you had to get away

Window pane, electricity illuminates the rain

Lean your face, hopeless, no embrace

I wanna know

I wanna know where the silence comes from

Where space originates

Lay back, sink in

You’re not talking straight

I’m right, this is sin

You’re not talking straight

Come around, give in

You’re not talking straight

Lay back, sink in

You’re not talking straight

On closer inspection, it’s just a reflection

And I still move with feeling inside

And it’s the tyranny of questioning

Ring the diving bell

I’m further down, I’m nearly out

I’m deeper down the well

I’m hopeless, no embrace

I wanna know

I wanna know where the silence comes from

Where space originates

Lay back, sink in

You’re not talking straight

I’m right, this is sin

You’re not talking straight

Come around, give in

You’re not talking straight

Lay back, sink in

You’re not talking straight

Lay back, sink in

You’re not talking straight

I’m right, this is sin

You’re not talking straight

Come around, give in

You’re not talking straight

Lay back, sink in

You’re not talking straight