Pmtwgr
Whispers in a cyclone
Going 'round and 'round and 'round they're getting louder
Love songs get fucking boring
When you're picking petals every morning
I got a backbone built like driftwood
Well travelled but you know I'm brittle
I'm no used to me or you
So tell me what should I do
When I'm locked up like a fist
That is bloodless shaking, waiting for you
I'd happily be a shoulder on a cold train seat
Be a body in a warm white sheet
But that takes two
I'm sober now
My head is full of dark grey clouds
Pussy makes the world go 'round
So 'round we go
(Go)
Bankrupt in a heatwave
Saying things we don't mean just to behave
Heartache gets fucking boring
When you lose the point and start performing
I got a backbone built like driftwood
Well travelled but you know I'm brittle
I'm no used to me or you
I'd happily be a shoulder on a cold train seat
Be a body in a warm white sheet
But that takes two
I'm sober now
My head is full of dark grey clouds
Pussy makes the world go 'round
So 'round we go
I can't keep warm
I guess my baby's in love
I guess my baby's in love
I guess my baby's in love
Rain on the windshield making shadows on your face
Hands in my pockets 'cos I don't know what to say
I'll think of something, think of anything at all
Pussy makes the world go 'round
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
Going 'round and 'round and 'round they're getting louder
Love songs get fucking boring
When you're picking petals every morning
I got a backbone built like driftwood
Well travelled but you know I'm brittle
I'm no used to me or you
So tell me what should I do
When I'm locked up like a fist
That is bloodless shaking, waiting for you
I'd happily be a shoulder on a cold train seat
Be a body in a warm white sheet
But that takes two
I'm sober now
My head is full of dark grey clouds
Pussy makes the world go 'round
So 'round we go
(Go)
Bankrupt in a heatwave
Saying things we don't mean just to behave
Heartache gets fucking boring
When you lose the point and start performing
I got a backbone built like driftwood
Well travelled but you know I'm brittle
I'm no used to me or you
I'd happily be a shoulder on a cold train seat
Be a body in a warm white sheet
But that takes two
I'm sober now
My head is full of dark grey clouds
Pussy makes the world go 'round
So 'round we go
I can't keep warm
I guess my baby's in love
I guess my baby's in love
I guess my baby's in love
Rain on the windshield making shadows on your face
Hands in my pockets 'cos I don't know what to say
I'll think of something, think of anything at all
Pussy makes the world go 'round
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
I know she'll go
(When I'm dead I'm yours)
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Lanyon, Benjamin Stewart
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