Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Engine , by - Single Mothers. Release date: 02.04.2020
Song language: English
Engine |
| Paid with the union, drywall in your hair |
| Lights in the back rooms, the swelling of stairs |
| Smoke to the ceiling, bricks on the street |
| Glass on the side walk, a gross kind of need |
| Sweat in your palms, hair in your face |
| Feet that keep running, fists that stay made |
| Weeds in the garden, masks in the chains |
| You’re proud and stubborn, you’re dumb and enraged |
| I get choked up sometimes on the rides home |
| I get lonely sometimes on the rides home |
| I feel guilty sometimes on the rides home |
| I feel silly sometimes on the rides home |
| Where should i go? |
| Where should we go? |
| Where should we go? |
| Done with the office, done with the chair |
| Sick of time tables, perfume in the air |
| Caught in the leash, died for the dream |
| That constant ticking, ignore all feeling |
| Tight in the chest, just blending in |
| Die for the week, live for the weekend |
| Cooler of beer, traffic that sneers |
| What are we doing? |
| Tell me, my peers |
| I get choked up sometimes on the rides home |
| I get lonely sometimes on the rides home |
| I feel guilty sometimes on the rides home |
| I feel silly sometimes on the rides home |
| (I get choked up sometimes on the rides home) |
| (I get lonely sometimes on the rides home) |
| (I feel guilty sometimes on the rides home) |
| (I feel silly sometimes on the rides home) |
| Now that you’re a pile of dust in a wall |
| I visit on long weekends and when I can |
| I stare at the names and all the flowers around |
| And tell myself I’ve done what I planned |
| And I get choked up on the rides home |
| And I get lonely on the rides home |
| And I feel guilty on the rides home |
| Engine of destruction, rush hour glare |
| Tight and congested, dirt in the air |
| Contentious objector, stuck in a line |
| For peace of mind, with interest to pay |
| I ran away from all of my options |
| Left you alone to deal with my problems |
| Didn’t come back till it was too late |
| Now I’m still stuck here, finally changed |
| I get choked up sometimes on the rides home |
| I get lonely sometimes on the rides home |
| I feel guilty sometimes on the rides home |
| I feel silly sometimes on the rides home |