Lyrics Damages! - Braid

Damages! - Braid
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Damages!, artist - Braid. Album song No Coast, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 07.07.2014
Record label: Topshelf
Song language: English

Damages!

Settling in my body
And the body settles into the bed
And then the bed settles into the grit familiar
Of the damages we put it
I need drive
Otherwise I might dance in the traffic
I’ll take two quick shots of the system crystals
A medicine if you have it
Do you have it?
I’m in a settled place sometimes
Where I can’t stop touching my face
It’s probably just a miracle approaching me
That smoke will erase
What am I selling today?
I can’t track the kickback
I want my bucket of tricks back
'Cause without it I just cannot relax
Can someone please call the police?
I can’t compete with your damages
I cannot collect, I cannot collect
I cannot collect
Can someone please call the police?
I’m falling out of my seat
I’m getting nothing, I’m going nowhere
I cannot collect, I cannot collect
Betsy is out crazy
Why do we fall so easily?
It’s like a deep sheet haunting the room
Matching the walls of the waiting room
I like how you can sleep anywhere
I like the lines you throw me
I like the way you lie
Ad how you kiss me like you know me
Sound the alarms and call the horns
I don’t see the harm in charming damages
I cannot collect, I cannot collect
I cannot collect
Someone please call the police
I can’t repeat all these damages
I cannot collect, I cannot collect
Someone please call the police
I’m falling out of my seat
I’m getting nothing, I’m going nowhere
I cannot collect, I just cannot collect

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Artist lyrics: Braid