Omens
Why's it always raining
In my bed as I am falling asleep?
Tell me i'm just dreaming
But I keep waking up with soaking feet
And you try, you try, you try to calm me
Try, you try, you try to calm me down
You think I'm fucking crazy
'Til the water's coming up from the ground
Shake with the fever
I'm a believer
Right in the middle of an omen
Got a feeling
Eyes on the ceiling
Right in the middle of an omen
Who are you, a profit?
'Cause i'm feeling like your little lamb
Remember when you lost it
And you tried to cut off both my hands?
And I tried, I tried, I tried to calm you
Tried, I tried, I tried to calm you down
But you were talking nonsense
Said the room was spinning 'round and 'round
And 'round and 'round
Shake with the fever
I'm a believer
Right in the middle of an omen
Got a feeling
Eyes on the ceiling
Right in the middle of an omen
Heads are rolling and
Eyes always turning away, turning away
Feet are swollen
They try to run, but they're making you stay
Heads are rolling and
Eyes always turning away, turning away
Feet are swollen
They try to run
Shake with the fever
I'm a believer
Right in the middle of an omen
Got a feeling
Eyes on the ceiling
Right in the middle of an omen
In my bed as I am falling asleep?
Tell me i'm just dreaming
But I keep waking up with soaking feet
And you try, you try, you try to calm me
Try, you try, you try to calm me down
You think I'm fucking crazy
'Til the water's coming up from the ground
Shake with the fever
I'm a believer
Right in the middle of an omen
Got a feeling
Eyes on the ceiling
Right in the middle of an omen
Who are you, a profit?
'Cause i'm feeling like your little lamb
Remember when you lost it
And you tried to cut off both my hands?
And I tried, I tried, I tried to calm you
Tried, I tried, I tried to calm you down
But you were talking nonsense
Said the room was spinning 'round and 'round
And 'round and 'round
Shake with the fever
I'm a believer
Right in the middle of an omen
Got a feeling
Eyes on the ceiling
Right in the middle of an omen
Heads are rolling and
Eyes always turning away, turning away
Feet are swollen
They try to run, but they're making you stay
Heads are rolling and
Eyes always turning away, turning away
Feet are swollen
They try to run
Shake with the fever
I'm a believer
Right in the middle of an omen
Got a feeling
Eyes on the ceiling
Right in the middle of an omen
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Petrosino, Robert Andrew Mccurdy, Joni Fatora, Patrick Scott Howard
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