Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clay, artist - Stand Atlantic. Album song Skinny Dipping, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 25.10.2018
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Clay |
| Oh I, I’m vibrant as an ashtray |
| Still better than I have been |
| Falling over my skin |
| To keep the dust from settling |
| Oh well, I can feed into the fire |
| No fury, no desire |
| Bending with the wind |
| That I keep to fuel the apathy |
| I’m restless to the point where I’m stuck |
| Stop saving your words |
| And hit where it hurts |
| I hear you speak and I’m biting my tongue |
| I’m feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head |
| I take for a taste |
| To throw it away, to throw it away |
| Hit me where it hurts |
| Sometimes I roll back into old ways |
| Where I stir and misbehave |
| Holding onto my skin |
| To keep the rust from crawling in |
| Some nights I sleep in crowded hallways |
| At least that’s what it feels like, ignoring all the voices |
| It’s sweet, but they don’t need it fake |
| Stop saving your words |
| And hit where it hurts |
| I hear you speak and I’m biting my tongue |
| I’m feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head |
| I take for a taste |
| To throw it away, to throw it away |
| Hit me where it hurts |
| Mould me like clay |
| To a shape that’s not the same |
| Nothing more to say |
| (Nothing more to say) |
| Stop saving your words |
| And hit where it hurts |
| I hear you speak and I’m biting my tongue |
| I’m feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head |
| I take for a taste |
| To throw it away, to throw it away |
| Hit me where it hurts |