Lara Taska It Shows

Written, produced by Lara Taska Mixed by Adam Courtinot Take if you want it Its been here the whole time Ive been honest In my pocket theres a foreign coin I like to hang on it. And the girl on the till has her mind full of bills Has a smile for the folks, cashes in as she chokes And her boss is a prick and would pay with his d If he could, yeah it shows, I was there, I would know. There, now youre sorted, Watch the days as they roll by Now youre taunted. Never look for it, It will hide its head till Your whole worlds haunted And the boy outside has made up his mind And the way he slows, she already knows That the car by the sign is already in drive She keeps composed, does her best, but it shows. And the rain as it pours Makes all the white noise But the baby cries in the back, and her lies She tells herself, when theres nothing else left Are beginning to blow I can tell, coz it shows.