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    I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
    I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
    I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
    I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
    I'm sick of twisting the knobs
    (So where's my sweet love)
    I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
    I turn my head and cough
    Like I'm calling the cops
    Is there something more to you than just bible study?

    Turn your camera on
    You don't wanna miss this
    The way lighting shifts
    As it reflects off the water
    Below this sinking ship
    I feel your fingertips slipping away
    Can't shake the feeling now
    How far we've fallen down
    Like our best days are behind us
    You're the revisionist
    And I'm the narcissist drifting away

    To my sunstroke ghost dance gold corona
    Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya
    Does the manifest dictate to love and honor
    Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra

    Trust my luck and show my feelings
    Cross my fingers, cards are dealing
    Busting out my skull shaped ceiling
    Hold my fucking body back

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    I'm still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations
    Delusions of grandeur, have some patience
    Hold my fucking body back

    I can't predict the future
    And I can't forget the past
    Can't focus any longer
    Desperate to make this last
    Keep us from going under
    Won't waste all that we have
    You called it in November
    And it burned up in a flash

    Burned up in a flash
    Burned up in a flash
    Burned up in a flash
    Burned up in a flash

    Feel the hangover in my mind
    But this one's a different kind
    Losing touch with the concept of time
    My senses are frozen
    Losing touch with my concept of time
    My senses are frozen

    I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
    I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
    I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
    I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
    I'm sick of twisting the knobs
    (So where's my sweet love)
    I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
    I turn my head and cough
    Like I'm calling the cops
    Is there something more to you than just bible study?

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