Official music video for Lottery Ticket
Directed by Chris Forshaw
© Hargreaves Records 2022 (All Rights Reserved)
Listen to the EP on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2F07i81fmnXgsIRibvuk7H?si=WIHvXZ06Sbe91qnHccSFfw
Order on CD here: https://hargreavesrecords.bigcartel.com/product/flying-through-the-noise-ep
LYRICS
Standing in the rain, all the plans I made
From broken bottles and paper aeroplanes
Watching from the window at the back of the bus
Nobody we notice ever notices us
Give me sticks and stones to help me set my bones
With stolen beer and Chinese takeaway
Don't know where I'm going to or what I believe
Drifting like a boat on the sea
But there's a lottery ticket in my back pocket
My mobile is charging in the lighter socket
I don't know what it is, but I know I want it
I can't put my finger on it
I can't put my finger on it
I can't put my finger on it
I can't put my finger on it at all
All of us are joined, a pocketful of coins
Cigarettes and broken shoelaces
Kicking up a storm, running wild in the street
I can feel the pavement through the soles of my feet
Flying plastic bag underneath the flag
We dream the life but we're not living it
Don't know where we're going to or what we believe
Drifting like a boat on the sea
Directed by Chris Forshaw
© Hargreaves Records 2022 (All Rights Reserved)
Listen to the EP on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2F07i81fmnXgsIRibvuk7H?si=WIHvXZ06Sbe91qnHccSFfw
Order on CD here: https://hargreavesrecords.bigcartel.com/product/flying-through-the-noise-ep
LYRICS
Standing in the rain, all the plans I made
From broken bottles and paper aeroplanes
Watching from the window at the back of the bus
Nobody we notice ever notices us
Give me sticks and stones to help me set my bones
With stolen beer and Chinese takeaway
Don't know where I'm going to or what I believe
Drifting like a boat on the sea
But there's a lottery ticket in my back pocket
My mobile is charging in the lighter socket
I don't know what it is, but I know I want it
I can't put my finger on it
I can't put my finger on it
I can't put my finger on it
I can't put my finger on it at all
All of us are joined, a pocketful of coins
Cigarettes and broken shoelaces
Kicking up a storm, running wild in the street
I can feel the pavement through the soles of my feet
Flying plastic bag underneath the flag
We dream the life but we're not living it
Don't know where we're going to or what we believe
Drifting like a boat on the sea
- Category
- Lottery Online Games
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