Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change Irreversible, artist - Turnover. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Song language: English
Change Irreversible |
| I don’t care much for the springtime |
| Twenty odd plates on the same side |
| I don’t know, I’d say the same about the fall |
| Oh, it’s just been such a long night |
| I was anxious till the first light |
| I’ve been finding I spend most of them like this |
| Usually it’s all fuzz |
| Keeping me awake at night |
| There’s nothing that’ll help what |
| Trouble I’ve been thinking of |
| Usually it’s all fuzz |
| (Once you take the first step, it’s) |
| Keeping me awake at night |
| (Irreversibly changing) |
| There’s nothing that’ll help what |
| (I don’t think I’m being selfish) |
| Trouble I’ve been thinking of |
| (How would you like me to live?) |
| Disappointment waiting for me |
| Like a hunger in the morning |
| Draw a straight line that I can follow easily |
| There’s a grey lens over my eyes |
| The perception wasn’t quite right |
| If you’re in the dark enough your eyes adjust |
| Usually it’s all fuzz |
| (Once you take the first step, it’s) |
| Keeping me awake at night |
| (Irreversibly changing) |
| There’s nothing that’ll help what |
| (I don’t think I’m being selfish.) |
| Trouble I’ve been thinking of |
| (How would you like me to live?) |
| Usually it’s all fuzz |
| (Once you take the first step, it’s) |
| Keeping me awake at night |
| (Irreversibly changing) |
| There’s nothing that’ll help what |
| (I don’t think I’m being selfish.) |
| Trouble I’ve been thinking of |
| (How would you like me to live?) |
| My fingers tracing |
| Soft on the curtain |
| I’m sick and nervous |
| Dive in the pavement |
| I don’t care much for the springtime |
| (My fingers tracing) |
| There’s a grey lens over my eyes |
| (Soft on the curtain) |
| There’s a hunger waiting for me |
| (I'm sick and nervous) |
| Disappointment in the morning |
| (Dive in the pavement) |
| I don’t care much for the springtime |
| (My fingers tracing) |
| There’s a grey lens over my eyes |
| (Soft on the curtain) |
| There’s a hunger waiting for me |
| (I'm sick and nervous) |
| Disappointment in the morning |
| (Dive in the pavement) |