Lyrics Impulse Crush - Ithaca

Impulse Crush

Companion
A passenger in the backseat
Fingertips brush your eyelids
A gift from the past is no present
When you’re sitting on your hands
Oh if you’re so tired why can’t you sleep at night?
Oh if you’re so lonely why is your jaw so tight?
Oh if you’re so afraid then why can’t you turn on the fucking light?
Turn it on
Turn on the light
Turn it on
Now I’m so illuminated
(Now) Now (I'm) I’m (so) so (illuminated)
(Now) Now (I'm) I’m (so) so (illuminated)
(Now) Now (I'm) I’m (so) so (illuminated)
If you’re so bright
How don’t you know?
How don’t you know?
A gift from the past is presentation
Affection is an affectation