Please Drive Faster Songtext
von Braid
Please Drive Faster Songtext
Wake up
And dry your eyes
Cause you′ve been dreaming of mourning
You can't disguise it
I′ve got a picture we can doctor right up
"So what" you sigh "alright" I reply
Get up
I got a feeling
We've been staring at the ceiling too long
And downstairs there's a party going on
And it′s your number she goes
"Please drive faster."
Spoken like a champion
Oh no, disaster.
Wait up, we got to a hospital groove
And here′s some bad news
Carrying a crutch
On you crush
Gotta hurry boys
We've got a lot to lose
We′ve got a lot to loosen up
And you know that we can take it
Cause we're so tough
A one and a two and the red light out of you
Oh vein contusion or two
And it′s your number she goes
"Please drive faster"
Spoken like a champion
Oh no, disaster.
Code blue I want you
Cold blue emergency room
Some buckle some bloom
When I want you
Wake up wait up wake up
Don't you know you′ve plenty of your life to lose
Carrying a crutch
On you crush
Gotta hurry boys
We've got a lot to lose
We're getting number
We go "please drive faster."
Spoken like a champion.
Oh no, disaster.
And dry your eyes
Cause you′ve been dreaming of mourning
You can't disguise it
I′ve got a picture we can doctor right up
"So what" you sigh "alright" I reply
Get up
I got a feeling
We've been staring at the ceiling too long
And downstairs there's a party going on
And it′s your number she goes
"Please drive faster."
Spoken like a champion
Oh no, disaster.
Wait up, we got to a hospital groove
And here′s some bad news
Carrying a crutch
On you crush
Gotta hurry boys
We've got a lot to lose
We′ve got a lot to loosen up
And you know that we can take it
Cause we're so tough
A one and a two and the red light out of you
Oh vein contusion or two
And it′s your number she goes
"Please drive faster"
Spoken like a champion
Oh no, disaster.
Code blue I want you
Cold blue emergency room
Some buckle some bloom
When I want you
Wake up wait up wake up
Don't you know you′ve plenty of your life to lose
Carrying a crutch
On you crush
Gotta hurry boys
We've got a lot to lose
We're getting number
We go "please drive faster."
Spoken like a champion.
Oh no, disaster.
Writer(s): Robert Thomas Nanna, Todd Lee Bell, Damon Keith Atkinson, Roy Dean Ewing, Braid, Christoph R Broach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com