Catapult Songtext
von Counting Crows
Catapult Songtext
All of a sudden she disappears
Just yesterday she was here
Somebody tell me if I am sleeping
′Cause someone should be with me here
'Cause I don′t wanna be alone
I wanna be the knife that just cuts into my hand
And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult
What a big baby, won't somebody save me please?
I can't find nobody home
All of these quiet, battered voices
Just wait for the hunger to come
We got little revolvers and such stupid choices
But no one to say when we′re done
Well I don′t wanna bring you down
I wanna be the light that just burns out your eyes
'Cause I know there′s little things about me
That would sing in the silence of so much rejection
In every connection I make
I can't find nobody home
And I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes
′Cause I know there's little things about me
That would sing in the silence of so much rejection
In every connection I make
I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you′re falling asleep
I wanna be the knife that just cuts into my hand
And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult
What a big baby, won't somebody just take me please?
I can't find nobody home
Just yesterday she was here
Somebody tell me if I am sleeping
′Cause someone should be with me here
'Cause I don′t wanna be alone
I wanna be the knife that just cuts into my hand
And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult
What a big baby, won't somebody save me please?
I can't find nobody home
All of these quiet, battered voices
Just wait for the hunger to come
We got little revolvers and such stupid choices
But no one to say when we′re done
Well I don′t wanna bring you down
I wanna be the light that just burns out your eyes
'Cause I know there′s little things about me
That would sing in the silence of so much rejection
In every connection I make
I can't find nobody home
And I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes
′Cause I know there's little things about me
That would sing in the silence of so much rejection
In every connection I make
I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you′re falling asleep
I wanna be the knife that just cuts into my hand
And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult
What a big baby, won't somebody just take me please?
I can't find nobody home
Writer(s): Adam Frederic Duritz, David Lynn Bryson, Daniel John Vickrey, Matthew Mark Malley, Charles Thomas Gillingham, Ben G. Mize Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

