Текст Gregory And The Hawk – Hard To Define

Good shoes, fake smile
Gonna be out for the night
Thinking of what the fawn brought

Cut time, cut away in the break

It’s a hard day for a melody to take me away
I’ll wait in the car and count the change
The look-ats, who for ’cause I’m going home
To the days and the gold
And the Why-ats catch thee own

Go easy on the reasons
You thought I would be
Too hard to define

Which, back in the cans
Shooting off of a cliff
You ran as it came

It’s a wing right over seven days or over weeks
We’re riding too hard to catch its theme
Your face in two bars, I at to see
The wide open sea and the skies underneath