Lyrics Domestica - Cheerleader

Domestica

It’s understated in the book I read
As I didn’t find it possible
I spent a night as the living dead
Now I’m feeling philosophical
Here it comes
It isn’t funny
I feel it come
I feel it coming
Here it comes
It isn’t funny
I feel it come
I feel it coming
Thought abated in my empty head
In a wash of something nautical
Daylight faded, or a sense of dread
And I didn’t find it comical
Here it comes
It isn’t funny
I feel it come
I feel it coming
Just because
You’ve seen it coming
Sun coming up
Don’t mean it’s gonna
Oh I’m getting so distracted
Feels like I’ll never find the way back
And in this silence so protracted
Feels like I’m living in a wasteland
I’ve been wasting all this time
I’ve been wasting