Song | Jackson |
Artist | Cymbals Eat Guitars |
Album | Lose |
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[Chorus] | |
[Chorus] | |
[Guitar solo] | |
[01:02.34] | You’re taking two Klonopin |
[01:08.57] | So you can quit flipping |
[01:14.24] | And face our friends |
[01:21.52] | You dated the sainted dead |
[01:28.12] | He ain’t nothing but a prayer card |
[01:31.57] | Tacked up with my record jackets |
[01:40.77] | We’re riding through Jackson pines |
[01:46.95] | Towards Six Flags to wait in lines |
[01:52.19] | Have our spines shook |
[01:58.55] | And I’m shook |
[02:09.68] | Got the space sickness |
[02:16.11] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
[02:22.73] | A delirious kiss |
[02:29.16] | And the feeling of falling in |
[02:31.77] | Getting good at looking so in love |
[02:39.70] | My eyes are unfocused |
[02:51.35] | We're right back in Manalapan |
[02:57.31] | Those rainbows of oil spin |
[03:02.36] | On your former street |
[03:05.81] | Are we more than meat? |
[03:08.98] | Not a goddamn thing we could have said |
[03:14.53] | To convince you |
[03:16.70] | Now I dream in color of your face |
[03:24.35] | And the coast in your mirror shades |
[03:29.46] | Only feel relief when I’m back at home |
[03:40.20] | Falling forward alone |
[03:45.87] | With the space sickness |
[03:52.26] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
[03:58.63] | A delirious kiss |
[04:05.02] | And the feeling of falling in |
[04:25.99] | So there’s nothing to do when |
[04:32.21] | It's a foregone conclusion |
[04:38.49] | A pool overflowing and bursting |
[04:47.32] | Come the fuck on |
[05:18.66] | I don’t wanna die |
[05:24.93] | At the hands of the Jackson Whites |
[05:31.36] | Let the warm air rush in |
[05:37.90] | At the wreck up ahead |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
Chorus | |
Chorus | |
Guitar solo | |
[01:02.34] | You' re taking two Klonopin |
[01:08.57] | So you can quit flipping |
[01:14.24] | And face our friends |
[01:21.52] | You dated the sainted dead |
[01:28.12] | He ain' t nothing but a prayer card |
[01:31.57] | Tacked up with my record jackets |
[01:40.77] | We' re riding through Jackson pines |
[01:46.95] | Towards Six Flags to wait in lines |
[01:52.19] | Have our spines shook |
[01:58.55] | And I' m shook |
[02:09.68] | Got the space sickness |
[02:16.11] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
[02:22.73] | A delirious kiss |
[02:29.16] | And the feeling of falling in |
[02:31.77] | Getting good at looking so in love |
[02:39.70] | My eyes are unfocused |
[02:51.35] | We' re right back in Manalapan |
[02:57.31] | Those rainbows of oil spin |
[03:02.36] | On your former street |
[03:05.81] | Are we more than meat? |
[03:08.98] | Not a goddamn thing we could have said |
[03:14.53] | To convince you |
[03:16.70] | Now I dream in color of your face |
[03:24.35] | And the coast in your mirror shades |
[03:29.46] | Only feel relief when I' m back at home |
[03:40.20] | Falling forward alone |
[03:45.87] | With the space sickness |
[03:52.26] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
[03:58.63] | A delirious kiss |
[04:05.02] | And the feeling of falling in |
[04:25.99] | So there' s nothing to do when |
[04:32.21] | It' s a foregone conclusion |
[04:38.49] | A pool overflowing and bursting |
[04:47.32] | Come the fuck on |
[05:18.66] | I don' t wanna die |
[05:24.93] | At the hands of the Jackson Whites |
[05:31.36] | Let the warm air rush in |
[05:37.90] | At the wreck up ahead |
ti: | |
ar: | |
al: | |
Chorus | |
Chorus | |
Guitar solo | |
[01:02.34] | You' re taking two Klonopin |
[01:08.57] | So you can quit flipping |
[01:14.24] | And face our friends |
[01:21.52] | You dated the sainted dead |
[01:28.12] | He ain' t nothing but a prayer card |
[01:31.57] | Tacked up with my record jackets |
[01:40.77] | We' re riding through Jackson pines |
[01:46.95] | Towards Six Flags to wait in lines |
[01:52.19] | Have our spines shook |
[01:58.55] | And I' m shook |
[02:09.68] | Got the space sickness |
[02:16.11] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
[02:22.73] | A delirious kiss |
[02:29.16] | And the feeling of falling in |
[02:31.77] | Getting good at looking so in love |
[02:39.70] | My eyes are unfocused |
[02:51.35] | We' re right back in Manalapan |
[02:57.31] | Those rainbows of oil spin |
[03:02.36] | On your former street |
[03:05.81] | Are we more than meat? |
[03:08.98] | Not a goddamn thing we could have said |
[03:14.53] | To convince you |
[03:16.70] | Now I dream in color of your face |
[03:24.35] | And the coast in your mirror shades |
[03:29.46] | Only feel relief when I' m back at home |
[03:40.20] | Falling forward alone |
[03:45.87] | With the space sickness |
[03:52.26] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
[03:58.63] | A delirious kiss |
[04:05.02] | And the feeling of falling in |
[04:25.99] | So there' s nothing to do when |
[04:32.21] | It' s a foregone conclusion |
[04:38.49] | A pool overflowing and bursting |
[04:47.32] | Come the fuck on |
[05:18.66] | I don' t wanna die |
[05:24.93] | At the hands of the Jackson Whites |
[05:31.36] | Let the warm air rush in |
[05:37.90] | At the wreck up ahead |