I Can't Explain
Holy hell it's already blowing
The things I knew don't seem worth knowing
So unless you've got some explanation
If you don't mind I've really gotta steady these vibrations
Losing my flow
Can't cope, the things that I don't know
I can't see through, get through to you
My overflow
Days trudge, weeks fly and I, and I
At some point you've got to wonder why
Kissing smiling lips, can't get a grip
Slipping down slowly, shouting hypocrite
Losing my flow
My memory's so unnatural
I can't see through, get through to you
My overflow
Want you to see it
But you don't believe it now
Want you to see it
But you don't believe it now
Losing my flow
Can't cope the things that I don't know
I can't see through
My memory's so unnatural
Oh I can't explain
Oh I can't explain
Oh the city looks pretty when it's all in mind
The things that I'd do just to get out of a good time
Find a way to make it work, compartmentalise
Those seven burning bodies, they're hardly disguised
What happens when every day is the same?
That's the aim, brush your teeth, go insane
Burned out before we started
There's a lot we haven't done yet
But home is where this infant heart can't grow
Well I'm just looking to explain
The things that we put into our brains
But I can't explain
The things I knew don't seem worth knowing
So unless you've got some explanation
If you don't mind I've really gotta steady these vibrations
Losing my flow
Can't cope, the things that I don't know
I can't see through, get through to you
My overflow
Days trudge, weeks fly and I, and I
At some point you've got to wonder why
Kissing smiling lips, can't get a grip
Slipping down slowly, shouting hypocrite
Losing my flow
My memory's so unnatural
I can't see through, get through to you
My overflow
Want you to see it
But you don't believe it now
Want you to see it
But you don't believe it now
Losing my flow
Can't cope the things that I don't know
I can't see through
My memory's so unnatural
Oh I can't explain
Oh I can't explain
Oh the city looks pretty when it's all in mind
The things that I'd do just to get out of a good time
Find a way to make it work, compartmentalise
Those seven burning bodies, they're hardly disguised
What happens when every day is the same?
That's the aim, brush your teeth, go insane
Burned out before we started
There's a lot we haven't done yet
But home is where this infant heart can't grow
Well I'm just looking to explain
The things that we put into our brains
But I can't explain
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Writer(s): Tom Moran
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