Tall Order Songtext
von Linying
Tall Order Songtext
back then it was a riot, lighting mercy in your soul
a courtesy while tired of yourself and who you know
but now that i′m just as bad i'm telling two times as many lies
a salve made of my saving i now can′t look in the eye
but they keep coming,
and i'm half a year away; sometimes it's something
make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
take me farther and farther and find me something to say
come awake in england, i′m not your friend
i′m not a miracle and i'm not the end
now with your candid disposition, you′ll get you off the hook
while anything in a pitiful position and i don't know where to look
so now i′m running,
and i give it different names; most times it's nothing
make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
take me farther and farther and find me something to say
cause everybody knows now, what a spoiled slate
what a sweet thinker that you′re devastating
who can't stop complaining, who won't give a goddamn gift
until she′s given something so
sickened that it can tell her how to live
a courtesy while tired of yourself and who you know
but now that i′m just as bad i'm telling two times as many lies
a salve made of my saving i now can′t look in the eye
but they keep coming,
and i'm half a year away; sometimes it's something
make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
take me farther and farther and find me something to say
come awake in england, i′m not your friend
i′m not a miracle and i'm not the end
now with your candid disposition, you′ll get you off the hook
while anything in a pitiful position and i don't know where to look
so now i′m running,
and i give it different names; most times it's nothing
make me covered in colour so i can start looking the same
give me taller of an order so i can feel giving again
take me farther and farther and find me something to say
cause everybody knows now, what a spoiled slate
what a sweet thinker that you′re devastating
who can't stop complaining, who won't give a goddamn gift
until she′s given something so
sickened that it can tell her how to live
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