Текст песни Annie and Alistair - Flyte

Three pills in weekly compartments
How do three fill a one room apartment?
As we cast out vote
You light a roll up under your coat
Spare time, amateur dramatics
From an old script
We found in the attic, as we learn our lines
We′re living it one day at a time
Sundays and Mondays with Annie and Alistair
Top of the twelfth step, a cross on the calendar
Steady and sober, talking it over, are we all right now?
Late night, a comedy open mic
We head for the glow of the exit light
And miss the joke, downing our Bacardi and Cokes
Sundays and Mondays with Annie and Alistair
Top of the twelfth step, we fall off the banister
Steady and sober, talking it over, are we alright now?
And I thought I could help it
I thought I could hold it down
No one was closer to making the final round
Sat in a circle, a note in the journal
Are we alright now?
Cross dress a face in the mirror ball,
A hot mess, a rave in the dinner hall
We rise up and over the houses
And we wont look down