Opening Hours Songtext

OLYMPIA

von Self Talk

Opening Hours Songtext
Yesterday's gold let loose grass fires
As you stood in front of the window
Holding light at bay
A thousand miles away

You're always banging on 'bout the opening hours of New York
You're always banging on about the opening hours
Well you can count on your favourite drummer
He ain't the only one who can get you there on time
Lights go out early in suburban restaurants
Over wine lists that are colour blocked
We're closed to each other
But we know each other so well

You're always banging on 'bout the opening hours of New York
You're always banging on about the opening hours
Well you can count on your favourite drummer
He ain't the only one who can get you there on time

Is that your favourite place on the corner
Always on holidays
Have they gone somewhere warmer
Love, we need to get away
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