Heavy Rotations
What if you poked me in the chest
And your finger broke like you were cracking
Into a rotted plank and dust came out
And I just crumbled into nothing
Pry
On empty plans
'Cause I don't really know what I want
My spores got into your nose
If I had to explain
You wouldn't understand
For the lights burn like the desert sun
No one shows you how it's really done
You don't cross my ways, you live on them
I'm half afraid to hope what i longed for then
They
Pry
On empty plans
'Cause I don't really know what I want
My spores got into your nose
It's hard to explain
Eyes
On your weakest spot
Funny how falling feels like flying
From the front-row seat to behind the scenes
Faster than a blink
(Heavy Rotation)
I feel like I'm gonna be sick in my hands
I feel like I run where I stand
Most of the time I just am
Without really seeing the end
I feel like I'm gonna be sick in my hands
I feel like i run
Pry
On empty plans
'Cause I don't really know what I want
My spores got into your nose
It's hard to explain
Eyes
On your weakest spot
Funny how falling feels like flying
It is out of my hands but
You wouldn't understand
And your finger broke like you were cracking
Into a rotted plank and dust came out
And I just crumbled into nothing
Pry
On empty plans
'Cause I don't really know what I want
My spores got into your nose
If I had to explain
You wouldn't understand
For the lights burn like the desert sun
No one shows you how it's really done
You don't cross my ways, you live on them
I'm half afraid to hope what i longed for then
They
Pry
On empty plans
'Cause I don't really know what I want
My spores got into your nose
It's hard to explain
Eyes
On your weakest spot
Funny how falling feels like flying
From the front-row seat to behind the scenes
Faster than a blink
(Heavy Rotation)
I feel like I'm gonna be sick in my hands
I feel like I run where I stand
Most of the time I just am
Without really seeing the end
I feel like I'm gonna be sick in my hands
I feel like i run
Pry
On empty plans
'Cause I don't really know what I want
My spores got into your nose
It's hard to explain
Eyes
On your weakest spot
Funny how falling feels like flying
It is out of my hands but
You wouldn't understand
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Writer(s): Jan Kerscher, Elena Steri
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