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Catching Flies - The Last Phone Call (ft. Imaginary Friend) [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Catching Flies
Catching Flies
Performer
Imaginary Friend
Imaginary Friend
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George King
George King
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Catching Flies
Catching Flies
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Funny how it's panned out and no one's smiling
Dialled her number, beeps on the line, then just silence
We said goodbye in the dust rising
Crying, she sung like unstrung violins that time went
Rowing boats sinking in the ocean
Is the room shrinking or am I growing?
Eyes closing
Projections in my mind like stars on the night sky
Studding out her face fading
And I'm weary of walking these same pavements
Strange day dreams, head floating with space stations
The last phone call's atmosphere
A cold winter's day, sky azure and clear
"Meet me, we should talk"
Her voice strained, the air weighed heavy on me as I walked
To her… with no words left
I essed, really nothing more was to be said
Sun setting blood amber, I stepped on my route home
Confused, to roll zoots and booze brews alone
Till my fuse had blown
Feverish…
Written by: George King

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