歌词
The poetry of this hangover
I don't want to think, not hard anyway
The scenery and fish, they're bad
Take another breath, another look and swallow
Holding the hand of hard times and fallout
Yeah, it could be worse, my star could fall
It could fall
Pacified by little things
Tones of beige and green
Seem to halt a scream in
Waiting, all red eyes
All heads thinking
No one says anything I can hear
Down here on the floor where I belong
Too young to find the horses
Too young fighting causes
I get overwhelmed
And I feel three days old
Another day goes and fails
The people lose control
Just 'cause things are going slow
Your corduroy coat has left you
Just when you're feeling the wind, the cold
And then comes a rain of old thoughts that always
Have to wreck my high and bring me down
Bring me down
You and I are not the same
You like everything
Arms wave in a spin
Blown by things I've hated
I've faded
Faded to the point where
I'm not all there
Curled up on the floor where I belong
Too young to find the horses
Too young fighting causes
I get overwhelmed
You and I are not the same
You like everything
Arms wave in a spin
Blown by things I've hated
I've faded
Faded to the point where
I'm not all there
Curled up on the floor where I belong
Too young to find the horses
Too young fighting causes
I'm overwhelmed
I'm over my head
In over my head
I've passed by the water line
Feel only three days old
