Song | Just Friends |
Artist | Deer Tick |
Album | Negativity |
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When you cry all night | |
Till you’re creating a streaming that falls forever | |
It’s made of dreams | |
That didn’t come true | |
And I’m sorry, there’s nothing more that I can do | |
When we get together | |
And take it from my fantasy and we’ll re-act them | |
We’ll work on you | |
Guess we lay motionless staring at the ceiling | |
With back turned up against the wall | |
But now I clearly see | |
Strained to the back of my skull and I’m shivering | |
All night long | |
And my skin is clear and you can see what I’m thinking | |
I’m thinking what I’m about | |
Oh, the things I’ve been dreaming, I’ve been dreaming about you | |
And only you | |
Turn the land into eight | |
And bury it in a parking lot and I’m constantly turned off | |
I look at the clock | |
And it’s turning into hours and I got nothing to look forward to | |
‘Cause I killed all the thoughts |
When you cry all night | |
Till you' re creating a streaming that falls forever | |
It' s made of dreams | |
That didn' t come true | |
And I' m sorry, there' s nothing more that I can do | |
When we get together | |
And take it from my fantasy and we' ll react them | |
We' ll work on you | |
Guess we lay motionless staring at the ceiling | |
With back turned up against the wall | |
But now I clearly see | |
Strained to the back of my skull and I' m shivering | |
All night long | |
And my skin is clear and you can see what I' m thinking | |
I' m thinking what I' m about | |
Oh, the things I' ve been dreaming, I' ve been dreaming about you | |
And only you | |
Turn the land into eight | |
And bury it in a parking lot and I' m constantly turned off | |
I look at the clock | |
And it' s turning into hours and I got nothing to look forward to | |
' Cause I killed all the thoughts |
When you cry all night | |
Till you' re creating a streaming that falls forever | |
It' s made of dreams | |
That didn' t come true | |
And I' m sorry, there' s nothing more that I can do | |
When we get together | |
And take it from my fantasy and we' ll react them | |
We' ll work on you | |
Guess we lay motionless staring at the ceiling | |
With back turned up against the wall | |
But now I clearly see | |
Strained to the back of my skull and I' m shivering | |
All night long | |
And my skin is clear and you can see what I' m thinking | |
I' m thinking what I' m about | |
Oh, the things I' ve been dreaming, I' ve been dreaming about you | |
And only you | |
Turn the land into eight | |
And bury it in a parking lot and I' m constantly turned off | |
I look at the clock | |
And it' s turning into hours and I got nothing to look forward to | |
' Cause I killed all the thoughts |