Button and knobs
Leaning at my feet
Bathed in grey
The constant tapping at the window
Reminding me where I've settled
This ain't no summer day
This ain't no summer day
Last night felt like the last night on earth
Bombing about on bike
Alone
Waltzing through headlights
With the plunging barometer
Pressure drops
Midnight moves
It coulda all ended there
Pressure drops
Midnight moves
It coulda all ended there
When I woke up this morning
Naked in the aftermath
Refusing to give you the upper hand
Abandoned
Left heaped like all the rest
In the loneliness x 6
Pressure Drops
Midnight moves
In the loneliness x 5
Of being alive
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
