Stereo - Boombox

Ladies and gentlemen

Ladies and gentlemen

Ladies and gentlemen

This is BoomBox.

Cool breeze through the trees, hear it shaking to the ground then go breaking

up.

Suddenly all the dreams, as you’re drifting out at sea, start stacking up.

Back again, lands end, may be better just to jump then go falling off.

Who’s to know which way to go?

There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Eliza.

I heard your stereo,

Coming from your window.

Yeah, your stereo-

Lighting up these shadows.

Didn’t mind, wasting time, underwater while the bees came a-buzzing.

Tangerine was on the scene, with a burning purple sky as a backdrop.

Could it be, the mystery, has been hanging out, hiding in a whiskey shot.

Who’s to know which way to go?

There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Eliza.

But I heard your stereo,

Coming from your window.

Yeah, your stereo-

Lighting up these shadows.

Didn’t mind, wasting time, underwater while the bees came a-buzzing.

Tangerine was on the scene, with a burning purple sky as a backdrop.

Could it be, the mystery, has been hanging out, hiding in a whiskey shot.

Who’s to know which way to go?

There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Eliza.

But I heard your stereo,

Coming from your window.

Yeah, your stereo-

Lighting up these shadows.

I heard your stereo,

Coming from your window.

Yeah, your stereo-

Lighting up these shadows.