Cold Mack from Firedrop by NATIVE

A reconsidering man, his theories gold.
A very collected man, he placings bold.
Like a needle to the vein, he stops, glasses slight askew.
Into the night a girl, his mind pursues.

Into the street light he strolls, jeans blue, a chequered shirt and a vest.
Blood and alcohol around his feet, scattered in a mess.
Street lights burn in time,
and all the while calculations running through his head,

Will I ever be able to find my love in time,
Will I be forbidden and caged like a lion.
What's true for me is you.

Arrows fly at the circus and the roaring of the animals is near,
a confession in his church for all the thoughts inside his head.
From cloud to cloud he climbs.
And in the business of life all the calculations running wild.

Like a tornado born in darkness, he awakes,
His passion light renewed.
On the phone, numbers dialled, for the chance she might be interested.
"I am cold in my loneliness",
He is raw in his love for this,

Luck bestowed like a miracle, upon this man;
the girl of his life, she sits alone again.
Into the part he strolls.
A greeting with a smile and all his calculations dissolve.

• Accoustic
• Dunedin
• Folk
• Indie
• New Zealand
• accoustic
• accoustic rock
• acoustic
• folk
• folk rock
• indie folk
• mumford & sons
• new folk
• pop
• rock
• Dunedin