SkyBabyRecords: Music & Lyrics
Target Acquired
sullen taste, what a waste,
hanging out with your old style,
your brethren’s all on fire.
talk’s fine, trend the line,
now you’re up to your neck in
all that you’ve desired.
with your jacket folded neatly,
with your notepad close at hand,
keep the conversation lively –
let it simmer at least
and then i can say,
“there’s magic in our evening,”
and i can say,
“i won’t let you waste it,”
and i can say,
“you’re not seeing what you threw…”
but this,
this is the day,
when fear comes near to your pride,
kicking at your side,
the brakes are off,
i’ve got my sights on you,
yeah, you.
and this,
this is the day,
when fear comes clean to your pride,
kick it out of your sight.
the brakes are off,
i’ve got my sights on you,
i’ve got my sights on you.
choose the frame, lose the name,
you can hear that it’s boring,
to your ears and to theirs.
when you get a glimpse of grey,
dilate all the way down,
to see it’s silver.
with your list ever decreasing,
with november still the plan,
keep the flame a cobalt cyan,
by the ice of the mountain.
and i can say,
“there’s magic in our evening,”
and i can say,
“i won’t let you waste it,”
and i can say,
“you’re not seeing what you threw…”
but this,
this is the day,
when fear comes near to your pride,
kicking at your side,
the brakes are off,
i’ve got my sights on you,
yeah, you.
and this,
this is the day,
when fear comes clean to your pride,
kick it out of your sight.
the brakes are off,
and i’ve got my sights on you,
i’ve got my sights on you.
you’re not seeing what you had.
you’re not seeing what you had.
you’re not seeing what you threw away.
but this,
this is the day,
when fear comes near to your pride,
kicking at your side,
the brakes are off, and i’ve got my sights on you,
yeah, you.
and this,
this is the day,
when fear comes clean to your pride,
kick it out of your sight.
the brakes are off,
i’ve got my sights on you,
i’ve got my sights on you.
© Words and music by Paul Terry. All rights reserved. Lyrics reproduced by kind permission.