Track One Songtext
von Quiet Light

Sweetest blue screen, look at you
Broken TV, what to do?
Metal ballerina shine
Bluest eyes a thousand times


Race you to the parking lot
Count to ten and make it stop
Metal ballerina shine
Shoelace untied at the finish line

Kiss your forehead, hands in your hair
Vacant stares at God knows where
Metal ballerina shine
Grilling on the Fourth of July

Metal ballerina shine
Nothing hurts the hundredth time
Metal ballerina shine
Cut your hand, blood pours like wine