Song | Douglas |
Artist | Turboweekend |
Album | Fault Lines |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I’ve been getting fewer calls | |
Spinning under mirror balls | |
Sleeping in broken parts of town | |
I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down | |
My aims are low, my tales are tall | |
Published mostly on toilet walls | |
I flush my best thoughts underground | |
They’re gone, they’re gone, they get around | |
My hands are really shaking now | |
I’m carrying the sacred cow | |
Limp and cold in my arms | |
Ring, ring, ring the alarm | |
I know about the secret war | |
I’ve seen the bodies washed ashore | |
And every tomb’s a stepping stone | |
I dance, I dance, I dance alone | |
I’ve seen the face of someone near | |
Blow up in smoke and disappear | |
Oh walk with me! Oh don’t be shy! | |
We climb, we climb, we’re getting high | |
My hands are really x4 | |
My hands are really shaking now | |
I’m carrying the sacred cow | |
Limp and cold in my arms | |
Ring, ring, ring the alarm |
I' ve been getting fewer calls | |
Spinning under mirror balls | |
Sleeping in broken parts of town | |
I' m falling, I' m falling, I' m falling down | |
My aims are low, my tales are tall | |
Published mostly on toilet walls | |
I flush my best thoughts underground | |
They' re gone, they' re gone, they get around | |
My hands are really shaking now | |
I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
Limp and cold in my arms | |
Ring, ring, ring the alarm | |
I know about the secret war | |
I' ve seen the bodies washed ashore | |
And every tomb' s a stepping stone | |
I dance, I dance, I dance alone | |
I' ve seen the face of someone near | |
Blow up in smoke and disappear | |
Oh walk with me! Oh don' t be shy! | |
We climb, we climb, we' re getting high | |
My hands are really x4 | |
My hands are really shaking now | |
I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
Limp and cold in my arms | |
Ring, ring, ring the alarm |
I' ve been getting fewer calls | |
Spinning under mirror balls | |
Sleeping in broken parts of town | |
I' m falling, I' m falling, I' m falling down | |
My aims are low, my tales are tall | |
Published mostly on toilet walls | |
I flush my best thoughts underground | |
They' re gone, they' re gone, they get around | |
My hands are really shaking now | |
I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
Limp and cold in my arms | |
Ring, ring, ring the alarm | |
I know about the secret war | |
I' ve seen the bodies washed ashore | |
And every tomb' s a stepping stone | |
I dance, I dance, I dance alone | |
I' ve seen the face of someone near | |
Blow up in smoke and disappear | |
Oh walk with me! Oh don' t be shy! | |
We climb, we climb, we' re getting high | |
My hands are really x4 | |
My hands are really shaking now | |
I' m carrying the sacred cow | |
Limp and cold in my arms | |
Ring, ring, ring the alarm |