On your thumb
There’s a lash
Make a wish
Drain your lungs
On your thumb
Still a lash
Now the thing will not come to pass
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Birthday girl
Here’s a song
Make a wish
Drain your lungs
On the cake
Still a flash
Now the thing you sought
Thing will not come to pass
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Don’t matter if you close your eyes
Dandelion
Parachutes
Make a wish
Drain your lungs
There’s a patch of fluff holding fast
Now the thing you want
Thing you burn for, yearn for
Will not come to
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Boo
The thing will not come true
The thing will not come to pass
The thing will not come true
Don't close your eyes
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - trumpet
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Micah Wolkenberg - drums
Steven Clausnitzer - keyboards, effects, additional production
Copyright 2020 Zach London
One hundred days hence
We’ll go out past the picket fence
And look back on today’s events
And process how we feel
Once Earth is scrubbed clean
Will we go back to being mean?
And once we’re out of quarantine
Will we isolate for real?
When you’re holed up in a shoebox
The days are all a blur
And the lonely, get lonelier and
The cozy get cozier and
The family get familier than they were
Don’t touch your own eyes
A recipe to dehumanize
The gently hoarded bath supplies
Are choking up our homes
But one lovely effect
Of being sorely circumspect
A golden hour to reconnect
With kids, and pets, and yes, with phones
When you’re holed up in a shoebox
The days are all a blur
And the lonely, get lonelier and
The cozy get cozier and
The family get familier than they were
When you’re holed up in a shoebox
The days are all a blur
And the lonely, get lonelier and
The cozy get cozier and
The family get familier than they were
Copyright 2020 Zach London
Through the door, there’s secret staircase
We could fly through restricted airspace
Now to thank
Now to thank my cadre of enablers who built a place
So worth quitting for
Now to fake
Now to fake the flu and skip a day of school to watch some Lost in Space
That’s called living
Your best life
Your best life
Let’s pretend that I’m David Gilmour
Speak truth on a faded billboard
Now to thank
Now to thank my cadre of enablers who built a place
So worth quitting for
Now to fake
Now to fake the flu and take a day off work to binge Amazing Race
That’s called living
Your best life
Your best
Now to thank
Now to thank my cadre of enablers who built a place
So befitting
Now to fake
Now to fake the flu and skip a day of school to watch some Lost in Space
That’s called living
Your best life
Your best life
Lauren London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2020 Zach London
Big guns don’t cry
Big guns don’t cry
I paint on my charlatan face
Up in your personal space
Tend to pretend to be what I condemn
So nourish or perish the thought
Either it’s something I’m not
Or it’s all that I am
Time erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
I’ve honed circular grieving
Coming home, but not the way I chose
Mud between my toes
Big guns don’t cry
The harder I stare I at the screen
The more I feel bitter and mean
The more I feel bitter, the harder I stare
The blood of excess in my veins
Pumping out Ill-gotten gains
Filthy lucre to spare
Time erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
I’ve honed circular grieving
Coming home, but not the way I chose
Mud between my toes
Erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2020 Zach London
