You're rocking up hotter for naïveté

You're walking on water

You're walking on new, new, new, new waves

 

If I was an actor, I'd write my own lines.

Illiterate artists are running too rife. 

Don't be distracted, truth is obtuse.

And whatever it is you're looking for, it's looking for you, you know, too.

 

You're rocking up hotter for naïveté

You're walking on water

You're walking on new, new, new, new waves

 

I sat in the sunshine. Yeah, but the rain came.

With news than an angel was changing her last name. 

Blink and you'll miss her - as she absconds.

A blonde from a bottle. A bottle blonde. 

 

You're rocking up hotter for naïveté

You're walking on water

You're walking on new, new, new, new waves

 

Is this rock n' roll?

Is this rock n' roll?

Is this rock n' roll?

Is this rock n' roll?

Is this rock n' roll?

Is this rock n' roll?

Is this rock n' roll?

Is this rock n' roll?

 

 

WORDS AND MUSIC BY NIALL JAMES HOLOHAN Ⓒ Black Meringue 2015.