Song | The Weirds |
Artist | Katie Costello |
Album | Lamplight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[ti:the weirds] | |
[ar:katie costello] | |
[00:01.645] | Tiny raindrops salute gravity |
[00:05.840] | The pavement smells like the taste of blood |
[00:15.418] | I need to get out of here –even the trees are gilded |
[00:20.580] | Smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks |
[00:28.700] | I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
[00:34.20] | And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like |
[00:39.888] | I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind - |
[00:48.445] | My sugarcoated mind |
[00:50.931] | Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? |
[00:58.68] | Why can ’t I be the way I wish I liked? |
[01:02.323] | I guess I have The Weirds |
[01:11.828] | Which truth is true?And which real is real? |
[01:18.665] | Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
[01:22.663] | I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad |
[01:36.141] | Starring contests with eggshell-tinted walls |
[01:45.203] | It ’s all that seems productive –you ’d be surprised |
[01:52.756] | Procrastination Nation is where I ’ve learned to live |
[02:00.81] | Turn on the tube,romanticized until you can ’t move |
[02:07.808] | I ’ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
[02:10.968] | And it seems as though time won ’t tell you exactly what you ’d like |
[02:20.562] | I ’ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind - |
[02:27.824] | My sugarcoated mind |
[02:30.750] | Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? |
[02:37.891] | Why can ’t I love you the way I wish I liked? |
[02:44.157] | I guess I have The Weirds |
[02:50.995] | Which truth is true?And which real is real? |
[02:56.935] | Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
[03:02.365] | I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad |
[03:14.745] | Why can ’t I whistle?And why can ’t I cry? |
[03:42.292] | Why can ’t I love you more than what I ’d like? |
[03:49.170] | I guess I have The Weirds,oh I have them bad,and it ’s so sad |
[04:06.505] | Prisoner of the mind,trapped within the confines |
[04:11.380] | Of self expectation,of obligation – |
[04:17.148] | I guess I ’ll be just fine |
ti: the weirds | |
ar: katie costello | |
[00:01.645] | Tiny raindrops salute gravity |
[00:05.840] | The pavement smells like the taste of blood |
[00:15.418] | I need to get out of here even the trees are gilded |
[00:20.580] | Smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks |
[00:28.700] | I ' ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
[00:34.20] | And it seems as though time won ' t tell you exactly what you ' d like |
[00:39.888] | I ' ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind |
[00:48.445] | My sugarcoated mind |
[00:50.931] | Why can ' t I whistle? And why can ' t I cry? |
[00:58.68] | Why can ' t I be the way I wish I liked? |
[01:02.323] | I guess I have The Weirds |
[01:11.828] | Which truth is true? And which real is real? |
[01:18.665] | Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
[01:22.663] | I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it ' s so sad |
[01:36.141] | Starring contests with eggshelltinted walls |
[01:45.203] | It ' s all that seems productive you ' d be surprised |
[01:52.756] | Procrastination Nation is where I ' ve learned to live |
[02:00.81] | Turn on the tube, romanticized until you can ' t move |
[02:07.808] | I ' ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
[02:10.968] | And it seems as though time won ' t tell you exactly what you ' d like |
[02:20.562] | I ' ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind |
[02:27.824] | My sugarcoated mind |
[02:30.750] | Why can ' t I whistle? And why can ' t I cry? |
[02:37.891] | Why can ' t I love you the way I wish I liked? |
[02:44.157] | I guess I have The Weirds |
[02:50.995] | Which truth is true? And which real is real? |
[02:56.935] | Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
[03:02.365] | I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it ' s so sad |
[03:14.745] | Why can ' t I whistle? And why can ' t I cry? |
[03:42.292] | Why can ' t I love you more than what I ' d like? |
[03:49.170] | I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it ' s so sad |
[04:06.505] | Prisoner of the mind, trapped within the confines |
[04:11.380] | Of self expectation, of obligation |
[04:17.148] | I guess I ' ll be just fine |
ti: the weirds | |
ar: katie costello | |
[00:01.645] | Tiny raindrops salute gravity |
[00:05.840] | The pavement smells like the taste of blood |
[00:15.418] | I need to get out of here even the trees are gilded |
[00:20.580] | Smiles ooze of depression with no creative perks |
[00:28.700] | I ' ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
[00:34.20] | And it seems as though time won ' t tell you exactly what you ' d like |
[00:39.888] | I ' ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind |
[00:48.445] | My sugarcoated mind |
[00:50.931] | Why can ' t I whistle? And why can ' t I cry? |
[00:58.68] | Why can ' t I be the way I wish I liked? |
[01:02.323] | I guess I have The Weirds |
[01:11.828] | Which truth is true? And which real is real? |
[01:18.665] | Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
[01:22.663] | I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it ' s so sad |
[01:36.141] | Starring contests with eggshelltinted walls |
[01:45.203] | It ' s all that seems productive you ' d be surprised |
[01:52.756] | Procrastination Nation is where I ' ve learned to live |
[02:00.81] | Turn on the tube, romanticized until you can ' t move |
[02:07.808] | I ' ve overstayed my welcome in this life |
[02:10.968] | And it seems as though time won ' t tell you exactly what you ' d like |
[02:20.562] | I ' ve given up on waving off the flies that have blackened my mind |
[02:27.824] | My sugarcoated mind |
[02:30.750] | Why can ' t I whistle? And why can ' t I cry? |
[02:37.891] | Why can ' t I love you the way I wish I liked? |
[02:44.157] | I guess I have The Weirds |
[02:50.995] | Which truth is true? And which real is real? |
[02:56.935] | Why must we whistle to what we cannot feel? |
[03:02.365] | I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it ' s so sad |
[03:14.745] | Why can ' t I whistle? And why can ' t I cry? |
[03:42.292] | Why can ' t I love you more than what I ' d like? |
[03:49.170] | I guess I have The Weirds, oh I have them bad, and it ' s so sad |
[04:06.505] | Prisoner of the mind, trapped within the confines |
[04:11.380] | Of self expectation, of obligation |
[04:17.148] | I guess I ' ll be just fine |