Symphony of Ruckus
Once upon a heavy thought
I spiral down, my apple rots
Every time I've jot it down
It paints a picture for the sound
I was tripping back stage fucking up my lines
I've been feeling anxious all the fucking time
Why should I feel bad for writing what I want
As time will tell
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
It decides to leave when it decides to leave, there's no use waiting for it
Kicking at the door and asking if you're home
While you pretend to sleep with the television on
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Yin and yang lived comfortably
Till yin took off, and took yangs weed
Funny how, eventually
Yin came back and brought more weed
My imagination takes off on it's own
Only place it's welcome is through the stereo
Fuck a ceiling, I will go as high as I can go
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
It decides to leave when it decides to leave, there's no use waiting for it
Kicking at the door and asking if you're home
While you pretend to sleep with the television on
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
It decides to leave when it decides to leave, there's no use waiting for it
Kicking at the door and asking if you're home
While you pretend to sleep with the television on
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
I spiral down, my apple rots
Every time I've jot it down
It paints a picture for the sound
I was tripping back stage fucking up my lines
I've been feeling anxious all the fucking time
Why should I feel bad for writing what I want
As time will tell
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
It decides to leave when it decides to leave, there's no use waiting for it
Kicking at the door and asking if you're home
While you pretend to sleep with the television on
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Yin and yang lived comfortably
Till yin took off, and took yangs weed
Funny how, eventually
Yin came back and brought more weed
My imagination takes off on it's own
Only place it's welcome is through the stereo
Fuck a ceiling, I will go as high as I can go
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
It decides to leave when it decides to leave, there's no use waiting for it
Kicking at the door and asking if you're home
While you pretend to sleep with the television on
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
It decides to leave when it decides to leave, there's no use waiting for it
Kicking at the door and asking if you're home
While you pretend to sleep with the television on
Baby can you hear the symphony of ruckus dancing on it's own
Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Somera
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