Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cex At Arm's Length , by - Cex. Song from the album Being Ridden, in the genre ЭлектроникаRelease date: 05.05.2003
Record label: Temporary Residence
Song language: English
Cex At Arm's Length |
| Caught in a dream |
| But never come home |
| Always around the corner |
| Another corner waits |
| Caught in… |
| You could say i’m an avante-gard composer |
| Cuz there aren’t any notes in a single one of my note books |
| As soon as i find a way to play these reams of sheet music |
| With an instrument that’s new and uses a scale of crossed out words |
| Regret and embarresment instead of guitar chords |
| And i’m sure it’s just a matter of seconds |
| Before i’m rich on MTV, pack th place with kids |
| To sing my songs with, and bite their tounges along with me |
| I never got a messege in a dream |
| I’ve come back but never come home |
| Always around the corner |
| Another corner waits |
| Caught in… |
| This was supposed to be a release |
| And now it’s quiete easily the most stressful piece of my existence |
| My trip overseas, i was scared shitless |
| The second time only felt an overpowering indifference |
| Now my third is iminent, and i just feel sick |
| I’m the guy in the doctor’s office |
| «doctor, it hurts when i do this» |
| You weigh less than your own shaddow |
| I was barely a stick to start with |
| Now i’m outdone by the sum |
| Of all the splinters i’ve discarded |
| And none of my friends know who i am, it’s our arrangement |
| I kept cex at arm’s length to try and keep the real ryan safe |
| For every dodgeball thrown, every night with cameras rolling |
| There’s bright lines drawn around all of the shit we leave unspoken |
| My confessions could fill stadiums, but still |
| My heart’s buried under baltimore, and i think i’ve fogotten where |
| I could tear up the city trying find it but knowing myself |
| I’d just probably lie in the cavity with straw and disappear |
| I never got a messege in dreams |
| I’ve come back but never come home |
| Always, arond the corner another corner waits |
| Caught in perpetual low |