Lobster Songtext
von Circa 40
Lobster Songtext
O′ this aimless pace
And my little tears
If only you'd explain
Why there′s nothing here
In this vacant space
I ask for more than I can
Are these chills on my nape
A helping hand
The wind knocked out of me
I hate the fact that I let it go
Milk drops in the sky
I love that I remember tasting them
O' this aimless pace
And my deafened sobs
My soul so quickly fades
Lay my head to rot
And my little tears
If only you'd explain
Why there′s nothing here
In this vacant space
I ask for more than I can
Are these chills on my nape
A helping hand
The wind knocked out of me
I hate the fact that I let it go
Milk drops in the sky
I love that I remember tasting them
O' this aimless pace
And my deafened sobs
My soul so quickly fades
Lay my head to rot
Writer(s): Alex Orullian, Jackson Potter, Nick Hill, Nigel Denke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
