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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Beths
The Beths
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Stokes
Elizabeth Stokes
Composer
Jonathan Pearce
Jonathan Pearce
Composer
Tristan Deck
Tristan Deck
Composer
Benjamin Sinclair
Benjamin Sinclair
Composer

Lyrics

Picking up the tyres from the side of the road
Gonna push back the coming tide
Lay them in the harbour in symmetrical rows
Disappear when the water is high
 
Setting and regretting now my sneakers are soaked
So they're drying in the sun outside
It's not what I intended when I woke up the house
I was screaming, "We're all gonna die"
 
And now we're all in late trains
Racing the motorway
 
Getting rhyme over reason
It's a sinister silly season
But maybe we can end up meaning a real thing
 
Picking up the tyres from the side of the road
Gonna push back the coming tide
Laying down beside them like I'm in on the joke
Wake me up when the world is fried
And you're sorry, I see it when you open your mouth
You've got one hand over your heart while you're holding me down
Oh, I want to hope but if that's not allowed
I guess I'll go out instead
 
Now we're all in relay
We all admit it's strange
Getting rhyme over reason
It's a sinister silly season
But maybe we can end up meaning a real thing
Getting rhyme over reason
It's a sinister silly season
But maybe we can end up meaning
End up meaning
End up meaning a real thing
Picking up the tyres from the side of the road
Gonna push back the coming tide
Picking up the tyres from the side of the road
Gonna push back the coming tide
Written by: Benjamin Sinclair, Elizabeth Stokes, Jonathan Pearce, Tristan Deck
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