Lyrics Womba - Faces On TV, Pomrad

Womba

Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
Ah, ah
Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
Ah, ah
All the same faces are twisting underground
The DJ’s double graveyard shift is burning things down
No one lifts an eyebrow, I need to reply
Till suddenly the air gets sucked out of all the rooms around
I hear the world is moving on her hips
I hear the word is falling from her lips
She could’ve been a stranger, she could’ve had no name
If she didn’t look like she loves to get the blame
For the red crime
So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
And if you wanna run, then let me run with you
Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
Ah, ah
Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
Ah, ah
The psychodelicate girl is floating through the room
While I follow trails of dust into the cloud of her perfume
Think of all the ways to avoid the apocalypse
‘Cause we’ll both be put on trial if I dare to touch her lips
It’s a red crime
So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
And if you wanna run
So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
And if you wanna run, then let me run with you
Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
Ah, ah
Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
And if you wanna run
So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name
And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane
If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new
And if you wanna run, then let me run with you