Brunch Cannon Songtext
von Olympians

The clumsy poem you wrote about something you loved
The list you made to better organise the things you left undone
Directions to a Soho eatery where you got too fucking drunk
The list of heartfelt gifts compiled on Christmas Eve
The ghost of lines through items visible five pages underneath
Bisecting and later confusing orders for a Chinese meal
Four chicken whores might be the start of a new masterpiece

Find a melody and keep it in your head
Buy a Glockenspiel, make music from your bed
Scream your lungs to shards, singing words your heart admits
Are futile and will fail, but we′ll make the worst of it


It's cold outside
It′s raining there
Stay inside
There's nothing for you here
It's cold outside
It′s raining there
Stay inside
There′s nothing for you here

Find a melody and keep it in your head
Buy a Glockenspiel, make music from your bed
Find a melody and keep it in your head
Buy a Glockenspiel, make music from your bed
Scream your lungs to shards, singing words your heart admits
Are futile and will fail, but we'll make the worst of it