Crooked Teeth (Tom Browning )

Thanks for your lyrics and vocal performance Tom. Kind of brought it to life!

Thanks fairynuff : )

Thanks again for offering the opportunity to collab on this song with you, Steve!

Lyrics by Tom Browning Slight, crooked teeth, I hear behind the screens so blind Our, fingertips, burnt tyres and lips next to it. Down, in the suit that we wear, It's in the suit that we share. Can't you seek us out and then find, find, find That we ain't got nothing to hide, hide, hide Through, the dirt, Spring pinches it's deadly grip An, acid rain, ungroomed smell of it Slight, crooked teeth, I hear behind the screen. Our, fingertips, burnt tyres and lips next to it.