Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Song 3, artist - Inner Wave. Album song Underwater Pipe Dreams, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 24.08.2017
Record label: Inner Wave
Song language: English
Song 3 |
| The air isn’t real |
| It’s made in a lab, shipped in a bag |
| Reflections aren’t real |
| When digital lights refracting on me |
| The pain isn’t real |
| Just chemicals telling my brain how I ought to be |
| How I ought to be |
| Oh, what’s the point in tellin' if you’re never gonna listen |
| What’s the point in telling you why? |
| Our children will be buried under blankets of snow |
| And you’ll be in your technicolor home |
| Conscious says |
| Yeah we spoke of this before in a dream of course |
| It was clear to me then babe but now it seems you still want more |
| He’ll regret it |
| He said he’s never felt that |
| So I’m wondering if you’d let him |
| He thinks it’s coming easy |
| I know you are prone to dancing when nobody is home |
| Feels good to be alone |
| People free in his own words |
| (And it just keeps rolling, rolling, rolling along) |
| It’s not always what it seems to be |
| I’ve wandered far too long to tell apart but now |
| All I want to do is be |
| All I want to say is how |
| All I want to do is you |