Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turnstyles , by - The Lawrence Arms. Song from the album Ghost Stories, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 23.04.2000
Record label: Asian Man
Song language: English
Turnstyles |
| With a light of this match |
| I could burn this place to the ground |
| Then fire engines’d scream |
| Down crowded streets onto the scene |
| And then I’d make it rain |
| Numb myself to never say your name |
| That I’ve uttered in anger |
| Said with confusion |
| Laughed over nervously |
| Said without sympathy |
| I’m not shedding tears for you |
| All these lonely nights that I’ve said |
| «Feels like I might as well be dead» |
| No more smiles; |
| Revolving like turnstiles |
| No more deliberation; |
| Analytical creation |
| See I’m incapable, a predepressionist |
| This is delivered with courage |
| Muddled in tension |
| Lashed out in honesty |
| Someone come and save me |
| I’m dying to tell you |
| This kills it forever, it was already dead |
| I’m dying to tell you |
| This kills us forever, we were already dead |
| And I’m just fine |
| I haven’t called you but I haven’t had the time |
| These thoughts are stale |
| I’ve been revolving like turnstiles |