Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beatrice St. E, artist - Overcoats.
Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Song language: English
Beatrice St. E |
Would you call me when you get this? |
I know that there’s nothing left to fix |
I just wanted to hear your voice |
Would you meet me on Beatrice? |
And when you reply, I’m up the block |
Buying my tall cans by the buck |
And when we meet at nine o’clock |
My voice shakes when I say |
Everything just hurts to touch |
I know I think I think about it way too much |
On the pavement, I spill my guts |
A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then |
You caught me right in the middle, darling |
Of feeling lighter and moving on |
They dim the lights and the music plays |
But you catch your cab and walk away |
And we head home again to separate places |
You looked so good, you cut your hair |
Just as it was in January |
Your car broke down beneath the snow |
And you rubbed my hands the whole walk home |
Everything just hurts to touch (hurts to touch) |
I know I think I think about it way too much (way too much) |
On the pavement, I spill my guts |
A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then |
You caught me right in the middle, darling (middle, darling) |
Of feeling lighter and moving on (moving on) |
They dim the lights and the music plays |
But you catch your cab and walk away |
And we head home again to separate places |
And we head home again to separate places |
We head home, we head home, we head home to separate places |
We head home again to separate places |
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on |
Middle, darling |
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on |
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on |
Middle, darling |
Movin' on, movin' on, movin' on, movin' on |
Everything just hurts to touch |
I think I’ve really gone and fucked it on up |
On the pavement, I spill my guts |
A crowd’s watching but I won’t shut up, and then |
Caught me right in the middle, darling |
Of feeling lighter and moving on |
They dim the lights as the music plays |
But you catch your cab and walk away |
And we head home again to separate places |
We head home again to separate places |
We head home, we head home, we head home to separate places |
We head home again to separate places |
Would you call me when you get this? |
I know that there’s nothing left to fix |
I just wanted to hear your voice |
Would you meet on Beatrice? |
On Beatrice (on Beatrice) |
On Beatrice (on Beatrice) |
On Beatrice (on Beatrice) |