| Song | Telescope |
| Artist | Eyes Adrift |
| Album | Eyes Adrift |
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| Now I have climbed your walls | |
| And walked along your salty pond | |
| The love we trained went wild | |
| Painted windows on the walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here's my telescope, here's my potato gun | |
| Here's my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you're gone | |
| Now tears can't stop the fire | |
| They're really more like candledrops | |
| The wax is rolling down | |
| In flames that char the paper walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here's my telescope, and here's my potato gun | |
| And here's my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you're gone | |
| Now I am stranded here | |
| Alone with you and everyone | |
| The love we trained went wild | |
| Painted windows on the walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here's my telescope, and here's my potato gun | |
| And here's my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you're gone |
| Now I have climbed your walls | |
| And walked along your salty pond | |
| The love we trained went wild | |
| Painted windows on the walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here' s my telescope, here' s my potato gun | |
| Here' s my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you' re gone | |
| Now tears can' t stop the fire | |
| They' re really more like candledrops | |
| The wax is rolling down | |
| In flames that char the paper walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here' s my telescope, and here' s my potato gun | |
| And here' s my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you' re gone | |
| Now I am stranded here | |
| Alone with you and everyone | |
| The love we trained went wild | |
| Painted windows on the walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here' s my telescope, and here' s my potato gun | |
| And here' s my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you' re gone |
| Now I have climbed your walls | |
| And walked along your salty pond | |
| The love we trained went wild | |
| Painted windows on the walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here' s my telescope, here' s my potato gun | |
| Here' s my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you' re gone | |
| Now tears can' t stop the fire | |
| They' re really more like candledrops | |
| The wax is rolling down | |
| In flames that char the paper walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here' s my telescope, and here' s my potato gun | |
| And here' s my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you' re gone | |
| Now I am stranded here | |
| Alone with you and everyone | |
| The love we trained went wild | |
| Painted windows on the walls | |
| Of a cavernous heart | |
| Here' s my telescope, and here' s my potato gun | |
| And here' s my dumb attempt to shoot into the sun | |
| And every morning with the radio on | |
| Not gonna sit around here and cry il you' re gone |