Drain Songtext
von Harry Mold
Drain Songtext
Is it time to go yet?
I need another outlet
Time is dragging by
Speed it as my eyes
Tired of the lies that I′m living
One o'clock and we throw ourselves into our feet up
Cold or hot, all you′re thinking 'bout is what to eat but
I'd rather not, I′ll be hungry for a little something else
It′s getting dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I'm waiting ′round for the day
Oh, so very dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I'm waiting ′round for the day
I think I'd have a subway
You know you′re never winning
When you're dying for a minute
In the freezing fucking cold
Rents and hedges gold
Little satisfaction for your mind
Three o'clock and you′re going for the final round
Never stop, every minute there′s a ringing sound
I'd rather not, I′ll be hungry with a cloud in my eye
With a cloud in my eye
No, with a cloud in my eye
With a cloud in my eye
It's getting dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I′m waiting 'round for the day
Oh, so very dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I′m waiting 'round for the day
It's getting dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
′Cause it′s draining me and my soul
Oh, so very dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, it's draining me and my soul
Oh, I think it′s time to go
I need another outlet
Time is dragging by
Speed it as my eyes
Tired of the lies that I′m living
One o'clock and we throw ourselves into our feet up
Cold or hot, all you′re thinking 'bout is what to eat but
I'd rather not, I′ll be hungry for a little something else
It′s getting dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I'm waiting ′round for the day
Oh, so very dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I'm waiting ′round for the day
I think I'd have a subway
You know you′re never winning
When you're dying for a minute
In the freezing fucking cold
Rents and hedges gold
Little satisfaction for your mind
Three o'clock and you′re going for the final round
Never stop, every minute there′s a ringing sound
I'd rather not, I′ll be hungry with a cloud in my eye
With a cloud in my eye
No, with a cloud in my eye
With a cloud in my eye
It's getting dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I′m waiting 'round for the day
Oh, so very dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, I′m waiting 'round for the day
It's getting dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
′Cause it′s draining me and my soul
Oh, so very dark outside of that window
And you were sat there typing a keyboard
Wanna get out of this fucking routine
Oh, it's draining me and my soul
Oh, I think it′s time to go
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