D'you think you know your Sunday self? There is not a pressure Feel like you are not in your body Blissful but not numb I can feel tired, it does not burden me Sometimes it's like I don't exist Peaceful skin on skin Everything feels how it should
All my friends are drunk Haven't been wasted in months Which is why we never speak too Falling out of touch
Do you think they understand it too That wishful longing for what was? Or is it all just in your head? Quiet, but nothing grew I miss home, but I also learnt How to create homes in places that I go to Stir of the tine After the Cumberland
All my friends are drunk Haven't been wasted in months Which is why we never speak too Falling out of touch
It lies in quiet in the night time Sixteen and burning candles low Twenty-three in hot water Dead flowers on your windowsill I think I understand it now That you're not supposed to
I'll never learn to be calm The moon is a killer Washes bodies to the surface How does anybody do this?
All my friends are drunk (How does anybody do this?) Haven't been wasted in months (There is not a pressure) Washes bodies to the surface (How does anybody do this?) Everything feels how it should (Falling out of touch) I can feel tired, it does not burden me (How does anybody do this?) Sometimes it's like I don't exist (There is not a pressure) Blissful but not numb (How does anybody do this?) Everything feels how it should Peaceful skin on skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.