Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tiny Glowing Screens, artist - Watsky. Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
Tiny Glowing Screens |
| You’re officially welcome to grab your crotches |
| Synchronize your watches and pour us a couple scotches |
| People still as statues can’t catch you, turn pockets empty |
| If they’re packed with plenty move some to ones lacking any |
| while I take a crack at hacking the bank to jack em to cover high debts |
| You’re screening floating bullets with a butterfly net, if there’s any screaming |
| pause it and cut out sound, deposit the slugs underground |
| I’m positive that we don’t fuck around |
| no we go scooping up the diesel that’s leaking a sinking tanker |
| forever stuck at anchor like beetles get stuck in amber |
| halted like the thaw of the iceberg that shoulda sank her |
| halted right beside the temperature spike and the spread of cancer |
| and all my peoples' engagements and babies my friends are making |
| We quit getting lamer, days quit getting later, life quits being labor, quick— |
| you should come through to our party, dude bring your crew bring your an army |
| youth is inside of the heart, the future can never harm me |
| We’re never tardy (freeze, freeze, freeze) |
| Late or early don’t worry we’ll wait cause we’re in no hurry to see the pearly |
| gates |
| I sit outside and watch the pigeon shit and tiny airplanes hanging in the sky |
| and then I |
| hit a McCartney show and trip off how his arm is superglued to his guitar and |
| then I |
| enjoy the lovely view and stand there for a month or two, my headphones looping |
| Love Me Do on repeat |
| Paul might not die if we try to wall off this diorama, we’ll buy all the time |
| we want and then spend it all to |
| Move this crowd—to join as converts to the church of blessed concerts and then |
| conjure up some conversation |
| Yes, I’m proud—my country is my heart and so in every combination we all rep a |
| common nation |
| That is how—I know that all we lepers and we shepherds join together now in |
| holy congregation, everybody |
| Stop right now! |
| I want to hear the church bells ring |
| I want to see the fog roll in |
| I don’t mind the muddy water |
| I don’t mind the ocean wind |
| Show me I’m alive right now |
| Even if you gotta prick this skin |
| Open up your eyes |
| Some days I throw my hands up like this shit right here is hopeless |
| but today I throw my hands up like this shit right here’s the dopest |
| I’ll never sew my family’s holes up saying hocus pocus |
| So I focus love on what is whole and chase my magnum opus |
| There’s so much more life before I leave this skin behind me |
| Right now I’m feeling finer than Aaliyah in the 90s |
| Yeah, today I’m feeling firmly like my faith could never burn me |
| like I’m apt to move that mountain just by glaring at it sternly |
| Then San Francisco used to seem bigger than Jupiter |
| From the view of an atom, the human body’s a universe |
| how impossibly big it be this symmetry |
| this brutality and beauty and synergy |
| and beyond what we’ll live to see, I know nothing limit me |
| just take everything ever, and we are that times infinity |