Song | Could this mean if everyone is alone we're together? In the way that we're all together alone? |
Artist | Emma Dean |
Album | Real Life Computer Game |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Chattering chattering just stop the clutter | |
she’s hearing when walking and talking it’s everything | |
Everywhere there’s a man with no face | |
His arms are reaching to her but he’s blinded | |
By skin over eyes and she’s always reminded | |
That when we die we’re always alone | |
So could this mean if everyone is alone we’re together? | |
In the way that we’re all together alone? | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she’s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won’t call at all | |
Stop it just stop it you people with veils on | |
Are reaching into her like nobodies business | |
But without loving them she does not exist | |
If only she’d morph into me then she could only see | |
Just by looking at her makes the dark disappear | |
One day I’ll invent a way | |
So we can be with everyone who’s alone together | |
In the way that they’re all together alone | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she’s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won’t call at all | |
Friend: If you want her to be the one you take home | |
Just go on boy cos you’re treating her mean! | |
Boy love: I don’t know this feeling anyway and I’m so scared to let her into my heart | |
Easy just to leave and fly away cos I’m so scared to let her see the real me | |
Girl Love: But when I’m with him, he connects with my mind | |
And I feel like the lonely cannot get to me | |
Friend: He’s treating her mean | |
Boy Love: I’m treating her mean | |
Girl Love: He’s treating me mean | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she’s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won’t even fucking call at all | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she’s just a poster girl | |
But she just sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won’t call at all |
Chattering chattering just stop the clutter | |
she' s hearing when walking and talking it' s everything | |
Everywhere there' s a man with no face | |
His arms are reaching to her but he' s blinded | |
By skin over eyes and she' s always reminded | |
That when we die we' re always alone | |
So could this mean if everyone is alone we' re together? | |
In the way that we' re all together alone? | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t call at all | |
Stop it just stop it you people with veils on | |
Are reaching into her like nobodies business | |
But without loving them she does not exist | |
If only she' d morph into me then she could only see | |
Just by looking at her makes the dark disappear | |
One day I' ll invent a way | |
So we can be with everyone who' s alone together | |
In the way that they' re all together alone | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t call at all | |
Friend: If you want her to be the one you take home | |
Just go on boy cos you' re treating her mean! | |
Boy love: I don' t know this feeling anyway and I' m so scared to let her into my heart | |
Easy just to leave and fly away cos I' m so scared to let her see the real me | |
Girl Love: But when I' m with him, he connects with my mind | |
And I feel like the lonely cannot get to me | |
Friend: He' s treating her mean | |
Boy Love: I' m treating her mean | |
Girl Love: He' s treating me mean | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t even fucking call at all | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But she just sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t call at all |
Chattering chattering just stop the clutter | |
she' s hearing when walking and talking it' s everything | |
Everywhere there' s a man with no face | |
His arms are reaching to her but he' s blinded | |
By skin over eyes and she' s always reminded | |
That when we die we' re always alone | |
So could this mean if everyone is alone we' re together? | |
In the way that we' re all together alone? | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t call at all | |
Stop it just stop it you people with veils on | |
Are reaching into her like nobodies business | |
But without loving them she does not exist | |
If only she' d morph into me then she could only see | |
Just by looking at her makes the dark disappear | |
One day I' ll invent a way | |
So we can be with everyone who' s alone together | |
In the way that they' re all together alone | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t call at all | |
Friend: If you want her to be the one you take home | |
Just go on boy cos you' re treating her mean! | |
Boy love: I don' t know this feeling anyway and I' m so scared to let her into my heart | |
Easy just to leave and fly away cos I' m so scared to let her see the real me | |
Girl Love: But when I' m with him, he connects with my mind | |
And I feel like the lonely cannot get to me | |
Friend: He' s treating her mean | |
Boy Love: I' m treating her mean | |
Girl Love: He' s treating me mean | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But now she sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t even fucking call at all | |
And if she wanted to just be a circle | |
She would have you believe she' s just a poster girl | |
But she just sits alone on the bedroom floor | |
Cos you won' t call at all |