Sleeper - Shrinkwrapped

Tekst :

You closed your eyes and left me here
And now I’m jealous of your sleep
I made some noise to wake you up
It seems you’ve drifted out of reach
I’m not sure if you meant what you said
But that’s o k
’cos it still sounded good
When you said it anyway
I’m not sure where you are
When I turn and stroke your face
You don’t move anymore
So it must be getting late

I’m not tired even now
I think I’m glad to be awake
I’ve met these fractured thoughts before
They grin and wander round this place

I’ll get up all I find
Is a paper that I hate
Real life disappears
And gets shrink wrapped in it’s place
I get up watch tv
Helps me feed my vicious streak
Real life disappears

Then we watch the spooks on the news
Playing chess with the cynics
Hope you die in the arms of your shrinks in your clinics
Now it’s gone 5 a m

We smile and plan our revenge
By the end the night has found it’s true friends
Up all hours sketching a thousand great schemes
Hope I’m not too tired to colour them in

I get what I want then I’m not sure I want it anymore

Inne utwory

  • Statuesque
  • Bedhead
  • Click off gone
  • Rollercoaster
  • Glue ears
  • Nice guy Eddie
  • Nothing is changing
  • Alice in vain
  • Inbetweener
  • Traffic accident
  • Please please please
  • Because of you
  • Pyrotechnician
  • Good luck Mr Gorsky
  • Atomic
  • Sale of the century
  • Delicious
  • Hunch
  • Losowe utwory

    Never wanted this

    Leave me on the outside
    Where I can feel the rain fill off my shoes
    Cover me with kisses
    And I will soon forget what I ve been through

    Run away forever
    Leave me with no forwarding address
    Find another lover
    And leave me in the motion of...

    Godless

    This is not a conquering
    I am not conquered
    Even as the helicopters come for me
    My wife sleeps in her clothes in the corner
    I m looking down at the police on the street
    We all woke on this planet together
    With the earth below and the sky above
    Answer me this, would you do the...

    I hate this song

    Speak with your tongue tied,
    I know that you re tired
    But I just want to know,
    Where you want to go,
    I may be sad, But I m not weak,
    This situation is bleak
    And you puffy eyes never lie,
    Your tears come from inside.

    Chorus:
    Until Sunday I ll be waiting for an answer
    I guess that yesturday...

    Good times

    Something has stuck in underneath my skin
    Eyes all looking in for something within
    Somewhere in here

    Now everything I say gives this all away
    Senses deadened again
    Nothing lives today
    Not in here

    Here in your head

    Careful...

    Fired up

    Stone cold sober, bout to get knocked out
    Wanna party hard, wanna get real loud
    A girl over there damn near passed out
    And that s what happens when you re in the crowd

    Somethin bout to make me get it up
    Don t have to...