Cliff Face from Faces by Punching Swans

A rocky start, stoney expression
2 loving parents but by 3 he had wished them dead

Pure granite heart, chalky complexion
craggy appearance all the kids called him beachy head

Built up a penchant for their fear, in his head ordinary
learned to plead igneous to reason, seemed so sedimentary

Pick up a passenger, let’s go for a ride
I wanna see your face as you take a dive

Snap, flash, your face is beautiful when frozen
(I’m so glad that we got this time alone)
Eject, shake, aren’t you glad that you were chosen
(immortalised like you’re cast in stone)

I wanna take you down where the seagull flies.
Don’t look over the edge, ruin the surprise.
(Surprise)


Hold that pose, this one’s going on my fridge
Hold that pose, this one’s going on my fridge
Hold that pose, this one’s going on my fridge
Hold that pose
Hold that pose

• Punk
• math punk
• math rock
• noise punk
• noise rock
• post punk
• United Kingdom