Blurry Grass
Elroy Finn/Neil Finn

On the blurry grass, on the blurry

You’ve got a feeling it’s not for sure
But I can’t help you figure it out
There’s no excuses and nothing has changed
But I won’t tell you what it’s about
Am I ever gonna get that thought from my bed
You say it’s passion, what you’d imagine
You‘ve seen a ghost

Surprise we rise another day
There’s no hope of stopping it now
You’re so indifferent like you never cared
My words mean something, yours mean nothing

Am I ever gonna get that thought from my bed
And if all of us wave that flag, we fill the sky
It’s the lowliest thing I saw
With my naked eye
You say its passion
I see a pattern
You’ve seen a ghost

Open up my eyes
Hoping I’m alive
Woke up on the lawn
Covered in bugs and butterflies

And if anybody thinks that bothers me
Ain’t that bad
And it’s nice of you
To lay these promises on my lap
It’s the lowliest thing I saw
With my naked eye
You say it’s passion
What you’d imagine
You’ve seen a ghost
You say it’s passion
But that didn’t happen
You’ve seen a ghost

In the blurry grass

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