

Sleepy tall boy
Flower shop fever
Sleepy tall boy
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
We hugged like a riot
In front of the flowers
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
Your suit was black rain
My heart was a tower
Sleepy tall boy
Flower shop fever
Sleepy tall boy
Don’t call it love
成人式の夜
The city wore cheap gold
And the streetlights coughed smoke
Like old men with no homes
You were tall like a wrong prayer
Blinking slow by the roses
Half asleep in your rented future
Half alive in my cold hands
They said grow up
They said stand straight
They said smile for the camera
While the town broke its teeth
Ring ring
Flower thing
Tall boy sleeping in a broken spring
Ring ring
Flower thing
Friends don’t kiss but the sirens sing
Ring ring
Flower thing
Hold me once and ruin everything
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
We hugged like a riot
In front of the flowers
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
Your suit was black rain
My heart was a tower
Sleepy tall boy
Flower shop fever
Sleepy tall boy
Don’t call it love
Hey
Hey
花が見てた
Hey
Hey
誰も寝てない
Hey
Hey
Money got teeth
Hey
Hey
Radio bleed
There was tobacco in the angels
There was rent in the moon
There was a broken apartment
Humming one sad tune
Not friends
Not lovers
Not saved
Not gone
Just two little ghosts
In ceremonial clothes
Holding the end of the world
Like it was warm
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
We hugged like a riot
In front of the flowers
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
Your suit was black rain
My heart was a tower
Sleepy tall boy
Flower shop fever
Sleepy tall boy
Don’t call it love
Ring ring
Flower thing
Tall boy sleeping in a broken spring
Ring ring
Flower thing
Don’t call it love
Don’t call it love
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI

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Sleepy Tall Boy at the Flower Shop
MASAQUI
On the night of the coming of age ceremony, two shadows hold each other in front of a flower shop.
A hypnotic loop of smoke, neon, broken streets, and unfinished love.
Jazz, soul, spoken word, and underground club energy collide inside a strange forgotten pop phenomenon.
A song that feels dangerous, nostalgic, and impossible to escape.



