The Bends Songtext
von Taylor Bradshaw

Cross my arms
Shake my head
As I let you come back again
All alarms
Flashing red
I should be turning ′round instead

Here we are
At the end
Of a rope that's thin as thread
At the start
Of the mend
Your love is giving me the bends

And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath


Break apart
My intent
Dissect the meaning that I meant
Who we are
What I said
When my face was burning red

Forging on
No regret
At least that′s what I'll pretend
Write a song
Streaked with pen
Now my face is soaking wet

And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath

And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath


Ooh ooh, oh no
Ooh ooh, oh I'll pretend
Ooh ooh, oh no
Ooh ooh, oh I′ll pretend it all
And my spine is all wrong
But I′ll pretend
And my lungs are not strong
But I'll pretend it all

And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath

And my spine is filling
Up with mal-intent
And my lungs are spilling
Out my final breath
My precious breath