Lyrics Cold Feet - Spacey Jane

Cold Feet

The right time, sitting on the front lawn
I can’t seem to take it, feelings of estrangement
Well, shake up, read my words back to me
I can’t seem to fake it, feelings of afraid
In dirty socks and bamboo pots
In between a smoke-filled breath
Between the smoke-filled breaths
My mind’s a playground of half-thought thoughts
And I can’t get my head around it
Aching with playground taunts
I eat my words with appetite
And it’s the wrong time, sitting on the back lawn
You can’t seem to take it, feelings of estrangement
Oh, shake up, say your words back to you
You can’t seem to fake it, feelings of afraid
Oh, in dirty socks and bamboo pots
In between a smoke-filled breath
Between the smoke-filled breaths
My mind’s a playground of half-thought thoughts
But I can’t get my head around it
Aching with playground taunts
I eat my words with appetite
Lying in my bed, right next to me (With cold feet)
And I can’t see your face
It’s the coldest day I’ve felt (For ages)
And I can’t read without turning pages
Ah, when everything is nothing
My mind’s a-