Worry Lyrics
| Song | Worry |
| Artist | Little Comets |
| Album | Worry EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette | |
| On a tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip | |
| From broken hands down to her hips | |
| Realising lethargy in both her eyes | |
| And as the sun emancipates the dawn | |
| Her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory. | |
| For a man, he’s deeper than the sundarbans | |
| And the whistful way that he could hold her stare | |
| Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air | |
| And as they fall apart in separate beds | |
| He carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead | |
| Realise bitterness in both her eyes | |
| And the way his words could strip | |
| The walls she’s climbing | |
| [Chorus x3] | |
| (Oh at the end oh no oh?) | |
| I worry about the way she lay | |
| (Oh at the end oh no oh?) | |
| Too much worry, worry, worry, worry. | |
| (repeat) | |
| He holds her down, everything is anguish now | |
| With the shallowness of every breath | |
| He waits until she is bereft | |
| Realise, nothing now in both her eyes | |
| And the way his words have stripped | |
| The walls she’s climbing | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| (Oh at the end oh no oh?) | |
| I worry about the way she lay | |
| (Oh at the end oh no oh?) | |
| Too much worry, worry, worry, worry. | |
| (repeat) |
| Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette | |
| On a tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip | |
| From broken hands down to her hips | |
| Realising lethargy in both her eyes | |
| And as the sun emancipates the dawn | |
| Her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory. | |
| For a man, he' s deeper than the sundarbans | |
| And the whistful way that he could hold her stare | |
| Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air | |
| And as they fall apart in separate beds | |
| He carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead | |
| Realise bitterness in both her eyes | |
| And the way his words could strip | |
| The walls she' s climbing | |
| Chorus x3 | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| I worry about the way she lay | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| Too much worry, worry, worry, worry. | |
| repeat | |
| He holds her down, everything is anguish now | |
| With the shallowness of every breath | |
| He waits until she is bereft | |
| Realise, nothing now in both her eyes | |
| And the way his words have stripped | |
| The walls she' s climbing | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| I worry about the way she lay | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| Too much worry, worry, worry, worry. | |
| repeat |
| Her silhouette is bleaker than a cigarette | |
| On a tuesday morn when I feel humanity slip | |
| From broken hands down to her hips | |
| Realising lethargy in both her eyes | |
| And as the sun emancipates the dawn | |
| Her tanlines cackle with the power of the allegory. | |
| For a man, he' s deeper than the sundarbans | |
| And the whistful way that he could hold her stare | |
| Leaves heartache hanging in the swollen air | |
| And as they fall apart in separate beds | |
| He carves forever in the cheap wooden bedstead | |
| Realise bitterness in both her eyes | |
| And the way his words could strip | |
| The walls she' s climbing | |
| Chorus x3 | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| I worry about the way she lay | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| Too much worry, worry, worry, worry. | |
| repeat | |
| He holds her down, everything is anguish now | |
| With the shallowness of every breath | |
| He waits until she is bereft | |
| Realise, nothing now in both her eyes | |
| And the way his words have stripped | |
| The walls she' s climbing | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| I worry about the way she lay | |
| Oh at the end oh no oh? | |
| Too much worry, worry, worry, worry. | |
| repeat |
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