Cursive - Devourer
'Devourer' is a knotty, visceral listen.
Lyrics
I've got my troubles They're waiting back at home Up in this bubble I tend to make my own This tilted orbit Dull as a sedative Someone write my obit Hope he's happy where he's headed
It's a white rabbit Stranded satellite It's a parlor trick Stranded satellite I'm so full of shit Stranded satellite
I'm up here every night and I'm feeling less enlightened What was it I was fighting?
I've been abandoned I do it to myself I've got this habit Of making heaven hell This floating flophouse Keeping me gone too long Someone tell my spouse I love her more than Major Tom did
No, I don't think she knows Stranded satellite In a gilded cage Stranded satellite In a rolling grave Stranded satellite
I'm up here every night and I'm feeling less enlightened What was it I was fighting?
I'm feeling distant You're half a world away These bad decisions Solidified my fate I miss you dearly But I'm not coming home Yeah, this life is dreary It's the only life I know
I've got my troubles They're waiting back at home Up in this bubble I tend to make my own This tilted orbit Dull as a sedative Someone write my obit Hope he's happy where he's headed
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About this track
"Stranded Satellite" is a song by Cursive from the album Get Fixed, released in 2019. The song was written by Tim Kasher.
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