In an interview with Pilerats, Annabel said:
“Dry Grass” was written on a train ride back to my hometown, and as I lay computering in my childhood bed that night it became a melancholy keyboard eulogy for my suburban youth. I dredged up a half memory of the chords at our next rehearsal and it trans...
The colour didn’t fade while I was away
The colour of the grass didn’t change while I was away
Time only shows in the lines on your face
Time only shows in the lines upon your face
Now it’s all built up and there’s no more vacant space
Can’t see the sea anymore for the modern palace estates
It still hasn’t rained
And the grass is the same
Yeah it still hasn’t rained
And the grass is the same
Night time we prize
Surprise
Night time we prize
Surprise
Night time we prize
Surprise
Night time we prize
(Shouldn’t take you so long, shouldn’t take you [x2])
Dry Grass was written by Annabel Blackman.