Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 8:08, artist - Laura Stevenson. Date of issue: 14.06.2017
Song language: English
8:08 |
| August spent your basement apartment |
| I fell through your floor |
| Cradle and all, I fell through your floor |
| But I can’t spill through your fists |
| Until my hands are solid white |
| My lungs are buckled tight together |
| My sliding drawl is like a cannonball |
| I’ll slur myself to sleep outside your door |
| There’s a ghost way up the Northeast coast |
| And it’ll break your heart harder than I could ever |
| And that ghost claws at my arms |
| It makes me do wrong |
| It makes me do wrong |
| And it pushes you down |
| And rattles the walls |
| And it’s sorry, it’s sorry, it’s sorry |
| So, even though it’s cold and it breaks apart your bones |
| It’s floating urgently outside your door |
| When you spoke, when you speak, broken on your knees |
| I’m a joke, I’m asleep, please please please please please |
| I’ll be on my feet if you want me |
| I’ll be on my feet if you need |
| I’ll be on my feet if you want me to be |