Artist : CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH
Album : Hysterical
Album : Hysterical
Maniac, don't say it ain't nothin'
when I can see it in your eyes.
Of course, ceremonial weakness
lending them hard drugs.
But don't ask me if I understand
what is good for me tonight
Can't you see it's harmless,
a little light justice?
Some say, "So long. How could you?"
Some say, "Come, sit here by the fire."
I will just wave goodbye to ordinary
people's awkward situations.
Officer, you can take me,
but leave my daughter alone.
We could sit around forever, mama,
and find there are no stars in the sky.
we could page through
all our haunted diary thoughts.
I miss the way you stare at me
as if I were a memory.
Villain. Statue of marble.
And I don't want to touch your dark
thoughts anymore; let me leave them alone.
Now and then safe and sound
and send the clowns
to document with words and photos.
A brain on fire and slashed summer tires.
We all need somewhere to go.
There's some way out of this silent film
I've been living in,
but my mind got stuck and
I froze upon the burning coals
in another man's ritual.
We could sit around forever, mama,
and find there are no stars in the sky.
we could page through
all our haunted diary thoughts.
I miss the way you stare at me
as if I were a memory.
when I can see it in your eyes.
Of course, ceremonial weakness
lending them hard drugs.
But don't ask me if I understand
what is good for me tonight
Can't you see it's harmless,
a little light justice?
Some say, "So long. How could you?"
Some say, "Come, sit here by the fire."
I will just wave goodbye to ordinary
people's awkward situations.
Officer, you can take me,
but leave my daughter alone.
We could sit around forever, mama,
and find there are no stars in the sky.
we could page through
all our haunted diary thoughts.
I miss the way you stare at me
as if I were a memory.
Villain. Statue of marble.
And I don't want to touch your dark
thoughts anymore; let me leave them alone.
Now and then safe and sound
and send the clowns
to document with words and photos.
A brain on fire and slashed summer tires.
We all need somewhere to go.
There's some way out of this silent film
I've been living in,
but my mind got stuck and
I froze upon the burning coals
in another man's ritual.
We could sit around forever, mama,
and find there are no stars in the sky.
we could page through
all our haunted diary thoughts.
I miss the way you stare at me
as if I were a memory.
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