Pianos Become The Teeth - 895 | Текст песни

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The back and forth repeat, it's nothing new,
And I'm not who I want to be for you,
Eager eyes got a funny way of shinning through

It's just before the bore and you say,
\"The bridge looks like it's made with K's,\" for my name,
Shaped just like your right hand veins,
And paler than the salt stacks in the rain

And that burnt sulfur, it sparks tonight,
And that Gold Club sign lights up just right,
And it gets covered by the ivy in the summertime,
And I turn sharp and I race by

We all rush, it always stays,
So serene, and I can't change,
You know that's just my way
And your eyes say

\"Come inside, warm those hands,\"
Well, what can I say with so little time?
\"Come inside, warm those hands\"
Well what can I say, with so little time?

Still honest, a kind face,
It's fitting, such a waste,
That \"good night\" kind of smile,
It faded with my time,
I'm getting close to who I want to be for you,
I'm getting close, I'm racing home,
I'm getting that ribcage rattle,
I'm getting close, I'm racing home,
I'm \"choking on feel good,\"
I'm getting close, I'm racing home,
The back and forth repeat,
I'm getting close, I'm racing home.
I'm getting close, I'm racing home.

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