Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Charades, artist - No Knife. Album song Hit Man Dreams, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Charades |
| Roping the beast as we’re crushed underfoot |
| As we’re tied to our backs, as our oxygen’s cut |
| What the hell were we thinking when we went from the gut? |
| Mix up the signals, confuse the transmission |
| We’re licking our wounds and arousing suspicion |
| But I’ll paste on a smooth face — what the hell’s a clean break? |
| Bring out your hooks again |
| It’s some bitter pill to swallow |
| Where’s the sidewalk end? |
| You’d better start talking… |
| You threw a fit when they ransacked your fortress |
| Well what can I do when I’m locked in your hope chest? |
| You take the guess work out of making a new mess |
| I cocked an ear to the traffic outside |
| I wondered what it would be like to fly |
| But I’ll paste on a smooth face — what the fuck is a clean break? |
| Bring out your hooks again |
| It’s some bitter pill to swallow |
| Where’s the sidewalk end? |
| You’d better start talking… |
| Be a dear, fetch the razor. |
| It’s time to cut me loose again |
| In a sense innocence is slipping through the cracks again |