Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Nowhere, artist - The Airborne Toxic Event. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
This Is Nowhere |
| We all sit on the curb |
| And we stare at the rain in our boots |
| The car, the clouds, the sky |
| While Ishmael wraps himself in the sheet again |
| He’ll clench the fists and close his eyes |
| I don’t know how many times |
| I can loan him my cigarettes |
| When I don’t even know if he’s alive |
| Do prophets lie? |
| It makes me feel less horrified |
| And my closet’s filled with |
| All these endless accouterments |
| These shoes, these scars |
| These shirts, these ties |
| And these things I say to make myself feel good again |
| I’ll speak, I’ll write, I’ll laugh, I’ll lie |
| I can’t bear to sit here and drink myself sick again |
| Another night |
| When everything I know was just a lie |
| And I don’t even know where I’ll sleep tonight |
| I got nothing to do but stare at these walls |
| And take some time to screw my head on right |
| We all ended up alone, wasted here at Silver Lake |
| We’ll work, we’ll feed, we’ll change, we’ll try |
| I can’t make any sense of this or you or anything |
| I’m wide awake, and all our parents lied |
| It’s not alright, and all our words collide |
| Awake all night |