Turn Off the Lights. I'm Watching Back to the Future pt. II

歌詞

You always keep me coming back for more So many faces in the world but I want yours The way you make me feel inside my bones I can't remember how it feels to be alone And when you call my phone late at night Anticipation always burns me up inside Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake It's analogy backfire, in the cliché storm of backwards prose Shoot the agony beam Wearing sacrificial clothes I haven't slept for weeks Just a couple more and I'll be yours I'll be coming homing again And we'll tear apart those sheets And forget the world, a little while Get to know your form again Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning I want to hear what you're seeing Say the part, say the phrase, say the meaning I want to know what you're feeling If it's making sense on time, then why do I hear their whines? If it's moves and breathes it's fine, don't let it mess with your mind Paging Dr mess your patient's throwing food and ate his robe You always keep me coming back for more So many faces in the world but I want yours The way you make me feel inside my bones I can't remember how it feels to be alone And when you call my phone late at night Anticipation always burns me up inside Shimmy my way down underground, polluting airways in my wake Swaying architecture, grappling a birthday cake It's analogy backfire, in the cliché storm of backwards prose Shoot the agony beam Wearing sacrificial clothes Quantum something can do anything (Easier said than done) An accidental public confession was made (Can't be the only one) I was in a viper fight, but I'm alright (That jacket looks good on most people) Confused cause I'm too dumb to find the light (Finally exiled) Overcome by circumstance I put my life in the devil's hands Fell lower than before, lower than ever before I know it's hard to forgive me now, but I swear I've taught myself how To barricade the door I won't go there anymore Overcome by circumstance, separated by consequence I fell lower than before, lower than I have before If I could just get through to you, we could put in the final screws To the barricade the door And start back where we were Carcinogenic isotope, we need the A-team montage Disregard the message from the ending of the album