Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where the Wild Things Are, artist - Lady ParadoxAlbum song Mood Swings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Record label: Vinyl
Song language: English
Where the Wild Things Are |
Imagination sparked by animation |
Playgrounds — boys found — kiss chase them |
Impatient, waiting for break when |
We’d hide out and find how to make friends |
Misshaped dens — enter another world |
I could be what I dreamed — be another girl |
Create magic — a rainbow of flowers |
Hopscotch and drop super powers |
Borrow Bernard’s watch, move the hours |
Take off — gliding in Bauers |
To the moon and back again |
Leaving at noon, back Saturday |
Every Sunday — it was a rest day |
Board games, check mate and the best cakes |
Hibernate away with the cassette tape |
Whole world tuned into what Bex played |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Things change, searching for stars |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Summertime, swing ball and girl-thoughts |
Competing spirit into all sports |
Straining to hear as the world talked |
Wishing I was tall but I’d fall short |
We all walk — before we run fast |
Plus that someone has to come last |
Elements, sentiments that I shrugged at |
Always racing hard as my lungs gasped |
Pushed past every boundary |
Sounding out, figuring how to be |
Feminine: not just one of the boys |
Trying to be with one of the boys |
Observing how girl-like types be |
Heartbreak and Princess Diaries |
Then digital love, wink and smiley |
Daydreaming of what life might be |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Things change, searching for stars |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
First dates, grown-ups and workplace |
In the real world where the hurt aches |
Where digesting news leaves a burnt taste |
Can’t sleep or dream: toss and turn late |
Then awake to the same old routine |
9 to 5 — your eyes look through me |
It seems I lost my powers now |
I’m guessing all the flowers drowned |
No rest days, this is real life |
The lid on inspiration is sealed tight |
Close my eyes to dream but it don’t feel right |
Spend nights wishing I could be |
And get back to the core |
When I believed there had to be more |
Things change when the child’s been scarred |
You no longer wonder where the wild things are |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Where the wild things are |
Take me back to where the wild things are |
Things change, searching for stars |
Take me back to where the wild things are |