Shrunken Head
I'm beat to hell today
The gaps in my memory
Prove to me that I've got sleep
'Cause I can't remember all my dreams I had
Dig through the old debris
Find all my missing links
Take apart the old machine
And put back together new and clean
The night has always given me a chance to doubt myself
I'm stacking up how I compare to everybody else
Smoking secondhand and pushing out the ones that help
Cut the lights off, leave the engine running
A wall of writing in a language I don't understand
Consequences for the things that I could never plan
No man's an island, so it doesn't matter where I stand
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
I'm feeling twice my age
Antique and retrograde
Sepia when colors fade
And make each of us a different shade
Buried in the things I said
Reeling in my shrunken head
An artifact, the thing I dread
For you to dig up, ponder, then forget
The night has always given me a chance to doubt myself
I'm stacking up how I compare to everybody else
Smoking secondhand and pushing out the ones that help
Cut the lights off, leave the engine running
A wall of writing in a language I don't understand
Consequences for the things that I could never plan
No man's an island, so it doesn't matter where I stand
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
The gaps in my memory
Prove to me that I've got sleep
'Cause I can't remember all my dreams I had
Dig through the old debris
Find all my missing links
Take apart the old machine
And put back together new and clean
The night has always given me a chance to doubt myself
I'm stacking up how I compare to everybody else
Smoking secondhand and pushing out the ones that help
Cut the lights off, leave the engine running
A wall of writing in a language I don't understand
Consequences for the things that I could never plan
No man's an island, so it doesn't matter where I stand
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
I'm feeling twice my age
Antique and retrograde
Sepia when colors fade
And make each of us a different shade
Buried in the things I said
Reeling in my shrunken head
An artifact, the thing I dread
For you to dig up, ponder, then forget
The night has always given me a chance to doubt myself
I'm stacking up how I compare to everybody else
Smoking secondhand and pushing out the ones that help
Cut the lights off, leave the engine running
A wall of writing in a language I don't understand
Consequences for the things that I could never plan
No man's an island, so it doesn't matter where I stand
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
Cut the lights off leave the engine running
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Williams
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