Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Astigmatisim, artist - Astronautalis. Date of issue: 12.06.2006
Song language: English
Astigmatisim |
| A little kid turns the corner, quick on his feet |
| My vision’s no good no more; |
| he’s just a smudge in the street |
| The colors blur in my eyes just like ink in the rain |
| The city, soaked in its lights, is slowly washing away |
| Everything is just a background, waiting to take shape and appear |
| Inside my windshield eyes with Vaseline tears |
| Muffled chuckles and leaky ceilings |
| Hazy coffee stains, collectible keyrings |
| A scrapbook of snapshots taken in shaky concealment |
| Never trusted my love and her wallpaper feelings |
| There’s something so comforting about her uncertain arms |
| There’s beauty in danger, safety in harm |
| A five dollar psychic offers bargain predictions |
| Connecting my murdering a mantis to my moderate affliction |
| Once when I was a child I ran to my door; |
| upon grabbing the knob |
| I crushed the prostrate bug inside of my palm |
| I watched his little green frame fall far from my hand |
| I guess his prayers were never answered by God, He got the upper hand |
| Struck blind over time inside flashes in steps |
| We all pay for our sins in the most subtle respects |
| How quick we forget how fast the past is washed away |
| Diluted in music, TV, and the talk of the day |
| How slick a little kiss can get her bony hips to block the way |
| Lend the world your ears and they’ll just sweet-nothing it all away |
| You made your bed |
| Now, you must sleep |
| Underneath the sheets |
| There’s something inside this house, footsteps by the couch |
| It’s all shade and shadows tracking the suspect silence down |
| It’s not the sounds they make, it’s all the noises that we never hear |
| Old cliches on attraction, raindrops after the weather clears |
| Tapping fingers for living; |
| counting out the notes |
| The door ticks when it sits open and rattles when clicks closed |
| Twelve lines, one in the light switch, a chip in the globe |
| The radiator is always breathing, teeth clenched and lips float |
| It’s more than I bargained for, but nothing I can’t handle |
| I learned to listen for the kitchen, feel dust fall on the mantle |
| Everything is done in inches, fingertips, and little skills |
| Nothing is done quickly except tying shoes and electric bills |
| The relentless drills, constant repetition, daily grind |
| Same set of pants put on one leg at a time |
| Every morning’s filled with breath and the rest is just fine |
| I never forget my mistakes but sometimes I forget I’m blind |