Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chelsea, artist - Phoebe Bridgers. Album song Stranger in the Alps, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 01.10.2018
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
Chelsea |
| For a chemical imbalance |
| You sure know how to ride a train |
| Your revolution is a deathbed |
| And the music is your maid |
| When someone comes a-knockin' |
| With a needle on a tray |
| Only your lonesome lies beside you |
| For you told me not to stay |
| You are somebody’s baby |
| Some mother held you near |
| No, it’s not important, they’re just pretty words, my dear |
| There is no distraction that can make me disappear |
| No, there’s nothing that won’t remind you |
| I will always be right here |
| And you spit the blood back |
| Spit the blood back, baby |
| I’m amazed that you’re alright |
| Oh, so long, prison boy |
| I won’t be home with you tonight |
| We’re both very sick, our muscles are worn down |
| It’s as if we are one-hundred, know I won’t still be around |
| Because I’ve fallen |
| Yes, I’ve fallen right into the love I’ve found |
| Long before I reach one-hundred |
| I’ll have fallen to the ground |
| And for generations, they’ll romance us, make us more |
| Or much less than ever was before |
| The Chelsea and the floor |
| Make us stand before the masses |
| Like two speakers for the poor |
| When there was no revolution |
| Nothing we were fighting for |
| And you spit the blood back |
| Spit the blood back, baby |
| I’m amazed that you’re alright |
| Oh, so long, prison boy |
| I won’t be home, I won’t be home |
| I won’t be home with you tonight |
| And you can call the service bell |
| When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel |
| And I’ll stay out of my own hell |
| Oh, so long, prison boy |
| I won’t be home, I won’t be home |
| I won’t be home with you tonight |
| Tonight |