Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Circuits of Fever, artist - Thursday. Album song Common Existence, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 13.09.2009
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
Circuits of Fever |
You are my blanked out pages |
All the wasted spaces |
The old weapons vanished |
Spit blood at dawn, closed forever |
You’re an ivory icon |
Held in glass, captive |
You’re a falling column |
Sharp little teeth kiss goodnight |
(He was upside down and drifting in an endless ocean of night) |
(The terror came in waves, each one pushing him further from the shore) |
You are a fractured mirror |
Silver paper in the wind |
A desperate measure |
Sharp little circuits of fever |
I can feel the unslept hours |
See all the traces |
I can hear the ticking of clocks |
Old record running down |
You can’t replace it |
You get distracted by the sound |
(He hears an ocean in the dial tone) |
(Every night, after the sleeping pill goes down) |
(He wants to believe that he doesn’t exist) |
(He's everywhere and he’s nowhere all at once) |
We’ll fill the blanked out page |
We’ll burn the traces |
We’ll turn the unslept hours to days |
Old record running down |
We’ll flip it over and sing the songs |
We’ve never heard |
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