Song | The Bull's Eye |
Artist | Little Hands of Asphalt |
Album | Spit Back at the Rain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Let’s not go back | |
I ain’t got a knack | |
for provoking an attack | |
but exposing what I lack | |
Back in those days | |
I had set the stage | |
for elaborate disgrace | |
in a neverlasting haze(? – haste) | |
But for once I took a wrong turn | |
which turned out to be a right | |
I bet you didn’t see that one coming from me | |
But infact I’m not that unhappy | |
with being the bull’s eye in the sea | |
I guess I was just a bit tired of drifting aimlessly | |
So dressed in remorse | |
I prepared for war | |
But you know I still miss you kid | |
in spite of what I did | |
That’s not just where, they say, all is fair | |
Something I thought I was above, that is if I still believed in love | |
So I’m going to leave before your questions | |
Drill a hole in the ground | |
Where we can powernap, wrapped in bubble wrap | |
Just too awake with the discovery | |
she came along to neither you nor me | |
That’s not the way that she’s placing her loyalties | |
To me that’s fine | |
I have drawn the line | |
Here in the centrefold of time | |
Not looking forward nor behind | |
Besides it’s clear once you’ve kept them near | |
The world is obviously loaned(?) because people seem to think they own it | |
So let’s just celebrate our downfall | |
I mean, while we’re down in the hall | |
Until we finally meet the kid in the middle seat | |
While she’s engaged to the concrete | |
We’ve got our words and these frozen streets | |
We’ll keep on niggling(?) fervently on Bob Dylan’s feet |
Let' s not go back | |
I ain' t got a knack | |
for provoking an attack | |
but exposing what I lack | |
Back in those days | |
I had set the stage | |
for elaborate disgrace | |
in a neverlasting haze? haste | |
But for once I took a wrong turn | |
which turned out to be a right | |
I bet you didn' t see that one coming from me | |
But infact I' m not that unhappy | |
with being the bull' s eye in the sea | |
I guess I was just a bit tired of drifting aimlessly | |
So dressed in remorse | |
I prepared for war | |
But you know I still miss you kid | |
in spite of what I did | |
That' s not just where, they say, all is fair | |
Something I thought I was above, that is if I still believed in love | |
So I' m going to leave before your questions | |
Drill a hole in the ground | |
Where we can powernap, wrapped in bubble wrap | |
Just too awake with the discovery | |
she came along to neither you nor me | |
That' s not the way that she' s placing her loyalties | |
To me that' s fine | |
I have drawn the line | |
Here in the centrefold of time | |
Not looking forward nor behind | |
Besides it' s clear once you' ve kept them near | |
The world is obviously loaned? because people seem to think they own it | |
So let' s just celebrate our downfall | |
I mean, while we' re down in the hall | |
Until we finally meet the kid in the middle seat | |
While she' s engaged to the concrete | |
We' ve got our words and these frozen streets | |
We' ll keep on niggling? fervently on Bob Dylan' s feet |
Let' s not go back | |
I ain' t got a knack | |
for provoking an attack | |
but exposing what I lack | |
Back in those days | |
I had set the stage | |
for elaborate disgrace | |
in a neverlasting haze? haste | |
But for once I took a wrong turn | |
which turned out to be a right | |
I bet you didn' t see that one coming from me | |
But infact I' m not that unhappy | |
with being the bull' s eye in the sea | |
I guess I was just a bit tired of drifting aimlessly | |
So dressed in remorse | |
I prepared for war | |
But you know I still miss you kid | |
in spite of what I did | |
That' s not just where, they say, all is fair | |
Something I thought I was above, that is if I still believed in love | |
So I' m going to leave before your questions | |
Drill a hole in the ground | |
Where we can powernap, wrapped in bubble wrap | |
Just too awake with the discovery | |
she came along to neither you nor me | |
That' s not the way that she' s placing her loyalties | |
To me that' s fine | |
I have drawn the line | |
Here in the centrefold of time | |
Not looking forward nor behind | |
Besides it' s clear once you' ve kept them near | |
The world is obviously loaned? because people seem to think they own it | |
So let' s just celebrate our downfall | |
I mean, while we' re down in the hall | |
Until we finally meet the kid in the middle seat | |
While she' s engaged to the concrete | |
We' ve got our words and these frozen streets | |
We' ll keep on niggling? fervently on Bob Dylan' s feet |