Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Itchy Feet, artist - Horrorshow.
Date of issue: 02.10.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Itchy Feet |
He woke up, didn’t really know how he got there, wasn’t too sure why neither |
A believer of sorts, just not too sure what sort of belief to believe in |
So when the sun goes down each evenin' he looks to the sky for a reason |
Wonders what’s behind the horizon, so he packs light and he’s off and he’s |
leavin' |
So he walks on lookin' for somethin', but just what it is, well, |
he wasn’t too sure |
So he walked all day then he walked all night then he walked all year then he |
walked some more, then he |
Then he stopped, took a look around to see where he’d got to |
Didn’t recognise the spot, so he took it all in, got his things and he up and |
moved on |
We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers |
Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas |
So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers |
Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas |
So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
So he walked all over the land, over snow and desert sands |
Through valleys and mountains, cities and towns, when he got to the ocean he |
swam |
And when it was too far he learnt to fly, built a set of wings and he took to |
the sky |
So he looked high and low, tryna find what it’s like on the other side |
And everywhere that he went he’d ask people questions, swapped stories and |
traded perspectives |
Each movin' in different directions, paths on the map just intersectin' |
And though the names and the faces changed some things remained the same |
And some spoke with words that he couldn’t understand, but some things you |
don’t need words to say |
And then one day he looks back and sees how far he’s come |
All the faces he’s met on the way since he left from the place that he started |
from |
All livin' off the food that they’d learnt to grow and the rules that they’d |
learnt to know |
So he took everything that he’d learnt from them and he set off to look for home |
We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers |
Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas |
So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers |
Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas |
So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
Left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight |
Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky |
Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
Say left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight |
Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky |
Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
Say left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight |
We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers |
Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky |
Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas |
Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep |
So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
Say left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight |
We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers |
Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky |
Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas |
Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep |
So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis |
On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be |
He woke up, still didn’t know how he got there, still wasn’t sure why either |
A believer of sorts, believes in the faith that he found in the places he’s |
been in |
When the sun goes down each evenin' he’s dreamin' of somewhere scenic |
Behind the horizon there’s a whole world to see, he won’t stop till he’s seen it |