From the recording Golden Pick
Written, performed and recorded by Rich Collins
Mixed by Patrick Dillett
Additional vox by Grace Crescent
Lyrics
Everybody's looking at their phone
All lit up but there's nobody home
I don't really want to be alone
Can you really fake reality
If you're mad at her don't take it out on me
I've been switching off my TV
And I turn my radio on
Cause I'm looking for that song
Wanna hear her whispering to me
On a beach that nobody knows
Feel the sand in between our toes
Your hair is perfect like a video
Cold hands don't make a cold heart
Understand you take it to the start
Do we have to take it all apart
And I hope they play that old song
Yeah I know they'll play that old song
At the disco everybody's dancing
Except for me I'm better at complaining
I'm just saying