| Headspace, I need a route of my headspace
|
| Cause it’s a war in here and I need you take
|
| Take her out of my headspace
|
| Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac
|
| Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas
|
| Cause I’m hurt
|
| I laugh and I joke but I’m hurt
|
| I’m gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song
|
| So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum
|
| But it’ll hurt
|
| I’ll dance if they ask but it’ll hurt
|
| Headspace I need a route of my headspace
|
| There’s it’s a war in here and I need you take
|
| Take her out of my headspace
|
| These 5.5 liters of blood
|
| Have some sour taste
|
| For your sweet taste buds
|
| Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball
|
| From the 1970's all dusty and worn
|
| And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts
|
| I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way
|
| I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes
|
| I didn’t care, they scratch and they bite I didn’t care
|
| I didn’t care
|
| Headspace I need a route of my headspace
|
| Cause it’s a war in here and I need somebody to say
|
| Take her out of my headspace
|
| These 5.5 liters of blood
|
| Have some sour taste
|
| For your sweet taste buds
|
| You put a war zone inside me
|
| Above and below the neck
|
| Above and below the neck
|
| Someone flick a light on
|
| The dark just makes it worse
|
| I’m running out of options and I’m lost for words
|
| Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know?
|
| Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host?
|
| I’m not acting my age here and I’m growing up too fast
|
| If these streets are paved with gold
|
| I want my money back
|
| Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory
|
| Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me
|
| (Head space, my head space)
|
| She wrapped her claws around me
|
| (Head space, my head space) |