Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skinny Love, artist - Arms Aloft. Album song Sawdust City, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 22.10.2012
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
Skinny Love |
February days are good for nothing but split lips |
A winter spent exhausted but sleepless |
But I’ve always heard it called a problem |
When someone does something alone |
So I’ll just |
Keep spinning «…Further West» |
And I’ll get |
My five hours a night at best |
At least if I don’t wake up in the morning |
My head can’t start hurting |
So here’s to waking up shaking |
Balled up on the floor |
Of an iced over winter Lake Superior |
Raise a flag at half-mast |
And a half-empty glass |
In a toast to remembering what it’s like |
To not have to know she’s sleeping somewhere else tonight |
It’s quarter past the third double blur on the right |
And this apartment’s pale, yellow lights |
Are really bringing out the blue in the bags under my sunken eyes |
I still can’t shake this fucking cough |
And I still catch myself way too often |
Hoping that I only have to miss her |
Till I finally find my way to sleep |
Well here’s to waking up shaking |
Balled up on the floor |
Of an iced over winter Lake Superior |
Raise a flag at half-mast |
And a half-empty glass |
In a toast to remembering what it’s like |
To not have to know she’s sleeping somewhere else tonight |
Well here’s to waking up shaking |
Balled up on the floor |
Of an iced over winter Lake Superior |
Raise a flag at half-mast |
And a half-empty glass |
In a toast to remembering what it’s like |
To not have to know she’s sleeping somewhere else tonight |