That Thing With the Rabbit Songtext
von Headache
That Thing With the Rabbit Songtext
Make some noise right now for the voices in your head
The thing is
I′m not just a nose with legs
But the desire to fall in is so strong
Listen to me
Do you need some lip balm?
I shouldn't be responsible for what I say
Someone else should be responsible for what I say
There will always be baskets and benches
The cow is for land and the horse is for water
But can you really feel the sound of two hundred people eating?
I was in ancient egypt with the rabbit
I saw the whole thing
I exist like cocaine
And I just wish stuff would stop happening so fast
I just want to catch my breath and feel that I exist in a moment
Within a moment
Inside this time right now
But I know life doesn′t work like that
Everything is changing all the time
And if I keep eating this delusional garbage
It'll stick to the roof of my mouth
And I'll be walking along the street trying to go to the bank
Or something
And my tongue will be doing bits and my phone will ring
And it′s someone calling themselves grandma
Which is weird because all my grandmas are dead
God rest their souls
But she′s telling me about the fact she's taken a plane to Algeria
And she doesn′t know why and I'm so baffled I walk into a lamp post
And on the other side of the street
Is the most beautiful woman in the world
And she′s laughing at me
And everyone is staring at you
But not in a good way
In that scary way that you sometimes get in those dreams
Where everyone is looking at you
And you look down at your feet and you realise they aren't
Strictly speaking
Feet
But what are you supposed to do
Because, because you just walked into a fucking lamppost
And now you′re rolling around on the floor
And you'll still trying to get the dang words out of your mouth
But they're stuck to your tongue
And the music playing in the car
Which the beautiful woman is getting into
Sounds a lot like an album you used to listen to
When you were younger
That soundtracked some of your first sexual experiences
And the car is maroon
And maybe that′s actually exactly the same colour that your car is
And you start to get really freaked out
Because your head has been on the floor for a long time now
And if it starts to get any longer
There may be some major social and medical implications.
And so you start to feel a little bit funny all over
And you try to reach down to touch your toes
But your lips start to tingle
Because they are right there
Resting up against a pile of all your hopes and dreams
And there′s the ambulance
And there are some nice concerned looking faces
Ready to take you somewhere
Where stuff will be injected into your central nervous system
Using techniques which seem to revolve
Around getting the ghost of your aunts mother-in-law
To sing lullabies in a language you don't understand
Until you really
Really start to forget who and what you are
The thing is
I′m not just a nose with legs
But the desire to fall in is so strong
Listen to me
Do you need some lip balm?
I shouldn't be responsible for what I say
Someone else should be responsible for what I say
There will always be baskets and benches
The cow is for land and the horse is for water
But can you really feel the sound of two hundred people eating?
I was in ancient egypt with the rabbit
I saw the whole thing
I exist like cocaine
And I just wish stuff would stop happening so fast
I just want to catch my breath and feel that I exist in a moment
Within a moment
Inside this time right now
But I know life doesn′t work like that
Everything is changing all the time
And if I keep eating this delusional garbage
It'll stick to the roof of my mouth
And I'll be walking along the street trying to go to the bank
Or something
And my tongue will be doing bits and my phone will ring
And it′s someone calling themselves grandma
Which is weird because all my grandmas are dead
God rest their souls
But she′s telling me about the fact she's taken a plane to Algeria
And she doesn′t know why and I'm so baffled I walk into a lamp post
And on the other side of the street
Is the most beautiful woman in the world
And she′s laughing at me
And everyone is staring at you
But not in a good way
In that scary way that you sometimes get in those dreams
Where everyone is looking at you
And you look down at your feet and you realise they aren't
Strictly speaking
Feet
But what are you supposed to do
Because, because you just walked into a fucking lamppost
And now you′re rolling around on the floor
And you'll still trying to get the dang words out of your mouth
But they're stuck to your tongue
And the music playing in the car
Which the beautiful woman is getting into
Sounds a lot like an album you used to listen to
When you were younger
That soundtracked some of your first sexual experiences
And the car is maroon
And maybe that′s actually exactly the same colour that your car is
And you start to get really freaked out
Because your head has been on the floor for a long time now
And if it starts to get any longer
There may be some major social and medical implications.
And so you start to feel a little bit funny all over
And you try to reach down to touch your toes
But your lips start to tingle
Because they are right there
Resting up against a pile of all your hopes and dreams
And there′s the ambulance
And there are some nice concerned looking faces
Ready to take you somewhere
Where stuff will be injected into your central nervous system
Using techniques which seem to revolve
Around getting the ghost of your aunts mother-in-law
To sing lullabies in a language you don't understand
Until you really
Really start to forget who and what you are
Writer(s): Joseph Thornalley, Francis Hornsby Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
