Cracker - Low
Driving riff + dusty afternoon vibe + soaring chorus + brilliant quasi-gibberish lyrics.
A million poppies gonna make me sleep
But just one rose that knows your name
The fruit is rusting on the vine
The fruit is calling from the trees
Hey don’t you wanna go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut
A million miles below their feet
A million miles a million miles
Blue blue is the sun
Brown brown is the sky.
Green green are her eyes.
A million miles a million miles
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