White lighter In his pocket All-nighter He can't stop yet Catcher in the Rye On his bedside table, bedside table Think how far we could fly If we weren't unstable, weren't unstable
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone but Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home Or we'll end up in Babylon 'Cause you're a mental vagabond Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone but Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
He sees through Indigo eyes Can't hear you Through all those lies I see the blues within The wavelengths of his bliss, his bliss I'm drowning in, yeah-yeah-yeah His stream of consciousness
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone but Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home Or we'll end up in Babylon 'Cause you're a mental vagabond Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone but Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home
He only walks on ledges And I can't get him down Mmm, that's where his head is And he's lonely on the ground, ground, ground
Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone but Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home Or we'll end up in Babylon 'Cause you're a mental vagabond Mr. Incredible, I know you work alone but Teach me your tongue so I can make this place my home Home, home, home, homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
