Song | Telescope |
Artist | Eyes Adrift |
Album | Eyes Adrift |
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 |