Description
Main Artist: POND
Producer: POND
Composer Lyricist: Jay Watson
Composer Lyricist: Nicholas Allbrook
Composer Lyricist: Jamie Terry
Composer Lyricist: Joseph Ryan
Composer Lyricist: James Ireland
Lyrics and translation
Original
At the sight of the new moon, the mongrels go berserk.
Baby wanna be weightless, but it's a contract signed at birth.
Unborn tomorrows, and dead yesterdays.
Only psychotics, infants, and lovers, and saints.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money.
It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Some like art that's from a river, it just tumbles to the sea.
Do your whiskers quiver with the promise of debris?
Unborn tomorrows, and dead yesterdays.
Only psychotics, infants, and lovers, and saints.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money.
It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials. Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
All these things I carry in my polycotton sack.
Weigh down on my heart, as they weigh down on my back.
Unborn tomorrows, and dead yesterdays.
Only psychotics, infants, and lovers, and killers, and martyrs, and sinners, and saints.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money.
It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end. Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials. Terrestrials. Yeah.
Terrestrials.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
Terrestrials.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. Terrestrials.
It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money. Terrestrials. It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end
English translation
At the sight of the new moon, the mongrels go berserk.
Baby wanna be weightless, but it's a contract signed at birth.
Unborn tomorrows, and dead yesterdays.
Only psychotics, infants, and lovers, and saints.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money.
It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Some like art that's from a river, it just tumbles to the sea.
Do your whiskers quiver with the promise of debris?
Unborn tomorrows, and dead yesterdays.
Only psychotics, infants, and lovers, and saints.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money.
It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials. Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
All these things I carry in my polycotton sack.
Weigh down on my heart, as they weigh down on my back.
Unborn tomorrows, and dead yesterdays.
Only psychotics, infants, and lovers, and killers, and martyrs, and sinners, and saints.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money.
It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end. Terrestrials.
Terrestrials.
Terrestrials. Terrestrials. Yeah.
Terrestrials.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning.
Terrestrials.
It's all good, she'll be right, three in the morning. Terrestrials.
It's all good, she'll be right, when I get money. Terrestrials. It's all good, she'll be right, but in the end