[00:00.00] 作曲 : Will Swan/Jon Mess
[00:28.65]I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
[00:32.31]I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
[00:36.12]I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
[00:39.75]I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
[00:43.23]I'm sick of twisting the knobs
[00:44.91](So where's my sweet love)
[00:47.04]I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
[00:50.67]I turn my head and cough
[00:52.41]Like I'm calling the cops
[00:54.45]Is there something more to you than just bible study?
[01:13.23]Turn your camera on
[01:13.68]You don't wanna miss this
[01:14.85]The way lighting shifts
[01:16.83]As it reflects off the water
[01:18.63]Below this sinking ship
[01:22.65]I feel your fingertips.. slipping away
[01:28.08]Can't shake the feeling now
[01:30.00]How far we've fallen down
[01:32.04]Like our best days are behind us
[01:36.99]You're the revisionist
[01:37.80]And I'm the narcissist.. drifting away
[01:55.47]To my sunstroke ghost dance gold corona
[01:57.72]Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya
[02:01.17]Does the manifest dictate to love and honor
[02:02.61]Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra
[02:06.87]Trust my luck and show my feelings
[02:09.84]Cross my fingers, cards are dealing
[02:11.88]Busting out my skull shaped ceiling
[02:16.29]Hold my ****ing body back
[02:19.20]I'm still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations
[02:25.83]Delusions of grandeur, have some patience
[02:27.75]Hold my ****ing body back
[02:32.16]I can't predict the future
[02:34.95]And I can't forget the past
[02:38.19]Can't focus any longer
[02:44.37]Desperate to make this last
[02:44.94]Keep us from going under
[02:45.48]Won't waste all that we have
[02:50.64]You called it in November
[02:53.58]And it burned up in a flash
[02:54.15]Burned up in a flash
[02:54.57]Feel the hangover in my mind
[03:00.21]But this one's a different kind
[03:00.87]Losing touch of the concept of time
[03:12.57]My senses are frozen
[03:13.05]Losing touch with my concept of time
[04:05.85]My senses are frozen
[04:09.60]I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
[04:13.23]I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
[04:17.01]I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
[04:20.55]I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
[04:24.18]I'm sick of twisting the knobs
[04:25.83](So where's my sweet love)
[04:27.96]I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
[04:31.62]I turn my head and cough
[04:33.30]Like I'm calling the cops
[04:35.52]Is there something more to you than just bible study?

作曲 : Will Swan/Jon Mess
I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
I'm sick of twisting the knobs
(So where's my sweet love)
I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
I turn my head and cough
Like I'm calling the cops
Is there something more to you than just bible study?
Turn your camera on
You don't wanna miss this
The way lighting shifts
As it reflects off the water
Below this sinking ship
I feel your fingertips.. slipping away
Can't shake the feeling now
How far we've fallen down
Like our best days are behind us
You're the revisionist
And I'm the narcissist.. drifting away
To my sunstroke ghost dance gold corona
Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya
Does the manifest dictate to love and honor
Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra
Trust my luck and show my feelings
Cross my fingers, cards are dealing
Busting out my skull shaped ceiling
Hold my ****ing body back
I'm still raging from the sanction you placed upon the impoverished nations
Delusions of grandeur, have some patience
Hold my ****ing body back
I can't predict the future
And I can't forget the past
Can't focus any longer
Desperate to make this last
Keep us from going under
Won't waste all that we have
You called it in November
And it burned up in a flash
Burned up in a flash
Feel the hangover in my mind
But this one's a different kind
Losing touch of the concept of time
My senses are frozen
Losing touch with my concept of time
My senses are frozen
I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob
I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got
I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two
I'm sick of twisting the knobs
(So where's my sweet love)
I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers
I turn my head and cough
Like I'm calling the cops
Is there something more to you than just bible study?