Listen to ’Lost Cosmonauts’ here: fiveislanddrive.com/links Follow Five Island Drive: Facebook: facebook.com/fiveislanddrive Instagram: instagram.com/fiveislanddrive Twitter: twitter.com/fiveislanddrive TikTok: tiktok.com/@fiveislanddrive Web: fiveislanddrive.com Song Credits: Written by Five Island Drive Produced & Mixed by Kim Quint Mastered by Grant Berry @ Fader Mastering Five Island Drive is: Vocals: Frankie Jean Guitar: Kim Quint Drums: Bradley Michael de Leon Video Credits: Directed by: Kim Quint & Frankie Jean Produced by: Chrissy McHugh at Dreamscape Creative DOP: Susan Lumsdon 1stAC: Anthony Mannion Gaffer: Kyle Stephens Make-Up: Kimba Conroy Art Department: Brianna Gibson & Bianca Lupic Runner: Milan Blazevic Editor/Colourist: Kim Quint Cockroach: Webb Neggo Detective: Blake Lenehan BTS & Janitor: Alex Milovic Lighting supplied by: Gear Haus Lyrics: Now I don’t know when this road turned into a grass-drive But all I know that it’s grown for a very long time And all you’ll ever know is your own mind when you never take a turn Try to learn about the shade of green that’s on the other side If you don’t want to be remembered in a sad song And if you dream of being written all romanticised Well then you’d better fare better than be shade for fair weather Here’s a letter to the mirror just above my eyes Give me space to feel alone Heels dig deep in vertigo Watch as ego’s face remains in artificial stasis Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts Fill this space with broken bones Seal this place and carry on Cut the cord, cut the cord Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts Here, comma, lies Cap a disguise with rose-glass for your eyes Now I don’t know Where the walls of the hall for the warriors rest And Valhalla or Folkvangr, it don’t matter ‘cause the road is made of pride, you pull it out of your chest But all I know Is the concept of space and time on this earth It don’t matter if food stamps came from a platter of platitude Your attitude is tone-policing brutality Our ego believes our eyes Our pride push our fingers in Our system it teach our lies We are segregated Give me space to feel alone Heels dig deep in vertigo Watch as ego’s face remains in artificial stasis Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts Fill this space with broken bones Seal this place and carry on Cut the cord, cut the cord Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts Gotta get to space Gotta lift the weight Gotta drift away, yay a Gotta hit the weights Gotta flip the page Gotta learn to skate, yay a Gotta try a dish Teach a man to fish Then he’ll eat the rich, yay a Gotta levitate Gotta Super Saiyan Then retaliate, yay a Give me space to feel alone Heels dig deep in vertigo Watch as ego’s face remains in artificial stasis Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts Fill this space with broken bones Seal this place and carry on Cut the cord, cut the cord Cut the cord with lost cosmonauts #fiveislanddrive #whiterose #lostcosmonauts

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