Roman Holiday - FONTAINES D.C.

Lyrics by：Grian Chatten

Composed by：Carlos O'Connell/Conor Curley/Conor Deegan III/Grian Chatten/Tom Coll

Produced by：Dan Carey

Baby come on get stoned get stoned

Get inside it inside it inside it inside

Get along get along get alone get alone get

Heard about the week on the Dalymount seat yeah

Baby come on before the going gets gone

Heard you lied to the Major won't be long

Well I wish upon a wedding for a picture in the star

When they knock for ya don't forget who you are

Skinty Fia

Baby come on whose side are you on

I don't wanna see the queen

I already sing her song

While they're snuffing out hopes and they're blotting out suns

They claim to know the form in which genius comes yeah

Baby come on get your high heels on

It's the body is cold it's the course is run

What artless living all this soft pain thrills

What calamities usher all our brilliance to the hills

Can you feel it

Baby come on get stoned get stoned

Get inside it inside it inside it inside

Get along get along get alone get alone get

Was it the w**d or the moment that stoned ye

Baby come on get the hourglass on

I will dart into town no I won't be long

If the talk's getting cold we'll be chancing none

Well you know what I'm saying our day will come

Can you feel it

Won't be long

Can you feel it