Up Granville - Peach Pit

Lyrics by：Neil Smith/Christopher Vanderkooy/Peter Wilton/Mikey Pascuzzi

Composed by：Neil Smith/Christopher Vanderkooy/Peter Wilton/Mikey Pascuzzi

When you're sat inside

Whipping up your lines about destroying

Like you could only care for the bitter end of it again

Hold me at your side

Call me to deny that I had loved you

When I already can't even walk past 12th to get up Granville

Even at the golden light of morning

Leading you away from all this strife

Having ordinary company

That always leaves you dry

Even at the c*****e continental

Laughing at the way you cut your lines

Halving all of everybody's bag

And bucking up the time

When you've had enough

So you tossed it up like skeet and shot it

Just to mark up your week with a little candy

Of blood red

Even at the golden light of morning

Leading you away from all this strife

Having ordinary company

That always leave you dry

Even at the c*****e continental

Laughing at the way you cut your lines

Halving all of everybody's bag

And bucking up the time