Helicopter Helicopter – Slow Dying Flashlight
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Slow Dying Flashlight

Drunk from the feelings of overindulgence
There’s hope in the history of a million odd lives
Trapped in the beam of a slow dying flashlight
We slither like snakes in the dark of the night

I’m staring at the court side
Waiting for the last breath of an indie rock god

Burning our lives as we flee from the west coast

We live in a world that is all open spaces
We conjure strange witches to climb in our beds

I’m staring at the court side
Standing on a cobra, waiting for a change of god
I’m smoking by the freeway
Waiting for the last breath
Waiting for thе change of god

Drunk from the feelings of overindulgеnce
There’s hope in the history of a million odd lives
Trapped in the beam of a slow dying flashlight
We slither like snakes in the dark of the night

I’m staring at the court side
Standing on a cobra
Waiting for a change of god
I’m smoking by the freeway
Waiting for the last breath of a indie rock god

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