One Weird Evening Lyrics – Floyd Marsden

One Weird Evening Lyrics by Floyd Marsden

It was another one of those rich houses
Owned by parents who somehow earn thousands
In a day, anyway
Three stories high and open plan

With polished floors and tall wooden coat stands
The speakers are turned up to eleven
The bass so heavy, shaking the heavens
Spilled drinks along the floors

A piano against the wall
But they won’t let me play
In fact there’s two of em
But they still won’t let me play

That was
One weird evening
Everyonе was so far gone
Reaching out to the moon that shonе

So bright in the sky, trying to touch it, they’ll still try
So spaced out they reckon they can fly
Up there through the ceiling
That was

One weird evening
There’s a chance they drank a lot
Tried to build a human bridge over an enormous drop
Glow sticks everywhere

There’s even one in my pants
I noted the blatant sycophants
Just tell her, I felt like screaming
That was

One weird evening
While everyone danced to the song that was playin
I just felt like the time was slipping away and
When everyone jumped and was a foot in the air

I headed outside coz I didn’t seem to care
They hovered and bothered the neighbours
This one of those parties you see in the papers, it’s
One weird evening

I met a guy, I know he told me his name
But I forgot, and then I met the same guy again
And so we do the same game we just played
So he tells me his name

But I forget again
When did the fun start to slip away
At what point did his name fade
Everyone else remembers it great

But at the end of the day
It’s just some stupid name of
One weird evening
Head spinning, lying on the floor

Probably should get up before I throw up
My memory’s in pieces, it was a night to remember
The irony is not lost on me
In fact, it’s sort of pleasing

I just know it was
One weird evening
It was another one of those rich houses
Owned by parents who somehow spent thousands

On a party, anyway
Three stories high
Thirty teens higher
Cracks in the walls from the speakers at eleven

Crying neighbours from nine pm till seven
Clothes and sick on the floors
Junk all over the piano against the wall
They wouldn’t let me play

But everyone else sang anyway
But they still wouldn’t let me play
That was
One weird evening
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Floyd Marsden Lyrics – One Weird Evening

Floyd Marsden

One Weird Evening