Uploaded April 2019 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Taken from W. H. Lung's debut album 'Incidental Music' out now.
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November 2019 Tour Dates:
22/11 - The Riverside, Newcastle
23/11 - Moles, Bath
24/11 - Patterns, Brighton
25/11 - Rich Mix, London
26/11 - Academy 3, Manchester

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Lyrics

And then a pigeon hits my window pane,
A watercolour spider spins a gossamer frame,
Here in my room,
Where nothing moves.

A maniacal postman sets his morning round ablaze,
Here in my room,
When nothing changed.

It can happen, make it happen here.
Can you feel it?

Walking round the cemetery feeling quite nice,
Written on a tombstone is ‘get a life.’
I prefer it in my room,
Where nothing moves.

The phantom of a little boy stuck in a tree.
I retreat to my room,
Enough reality.

It can happen, make it happen here.
Can you feel it?

Said the man in the same grey flannel suit,
‘Can you feel it?’
And the woman in the swimsuit
And all the women of the institute
Are on the ceiling, singing,
‘I can feel it.’
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