Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Xylophobia, artist - Snapped Ankles. Date of issue: 01.07.2021
Song language: English
Xylophobia |
| The wood worrier worries |
| That table leg, a mitred threat |
| The bookshelf with anxious grain |
| The paneling, rare rampage |
| A fence post turned to fear |
| A pencil, all hex shape malnutrition |
| It’s Thermidor’s law, they promise it grows back |
| But worse than before |
| What’s your phobia, what’s your phobia? |
| What’s your phobia? |
| Xylophobia |
| What’s your phobia, what’s your phobia? |
| What’s your phobia? |
| Xylophobia |
| Their nemophilic gaze at the contrived wilderness scenery |
| Self help in the forest of problems |
| Talking treatments, they’ll connect to the bark |
| Shut your eyes and be present |
| Well what’s your phobia? |
| What’s your phobia? |
| Xylophobia |
| What’s your phobia? |
| What’s your phobia? |
| Yeah, put out the recycling with my nemophilic gaze |
| I see the scenery, the mob |
| It’s Thermidor’s law, mocked by them all |
| It comes back, but worse than before |
| Xylophobia |
| But keyboards with gun sawn ivories |
| The WoodWose, wild for royal hunts |
| Mock the ponding heart and some trembling leaves |
| A sensation of butterflies on the neck |
| The mob heading up to the timber scaffolding |
| With an understory up to their knees |
| Recycled revolution, imagine! |
| Close your eyes and be present |
| What’s your phobia? |
| Xylophobia |
| What’s your phobia? |
| Xylophobia |
| Yeah, put out the recycling in the contrived wilderness |
| Of self help in the forest of problems |
| We witness a song to cope, a song to coppice |
| Shut your eyes and be present |
| Talking treatments, I’ll connect to the bark |
| With the green algae in the sea and the sky in the dark |
| Yeah, shut your eyes! |
| Well what’s your phobia? |
| What’s your phobia? |
| What’s your phobia? |
| Xylophobia |
| Xylophobia |
| Xylophobia |
| Mocked by them all |
| Mocked by them all |