Tytuł: Crash
- Wykonawca: Feeder
- Wy¶wietleń: 220
I put my best foot first and it got burnt
Communication always hurts
I got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air go thin as I get
Old... old... (I don't think so!)
As I get old... old... (I don't think so!)
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly
She's my novocaine ride
Novocaine!
Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue them together, I wish I could
I can't believe it as the picture fades
It's like a TV, but the sound remains...
I don't think so!
No I don't think so!
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly
She's my novocaine ride
Feel it as I shake
Shatter, conscience fades
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears
I don't think so!
Aaaah, Aaaah (I don't think so!)
As I get eeee, eeee (I don't think so!)
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly
She's my novocaine ride
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Ooh, ooh
Novocaine
