Where Do We Go?
Sometimes I'm not trying
Most the time I'm dying
Deaf to things I think in my head
Bright lights I'm not buying
traffic can't stop crying
Breathe the words, I'm sinking instead
Oh God, what do you know?
Where do we go? What we gonna go through?
Oh yeah, reap what you sow
Minds they'll blow, what's the fucking curfew?
I'm not made of stone
Telephone lines, who you gonna call through?
Lights shine on their own
Where do we go? Where do we run to?
Most the girls I care for
Cost me more than tether
Mares inside, the cows have been fed
Cost me more than candles
Waiting for the angles
Death to things I think in my head
Oh God, what do you know?
Where do we go? What we gonna go through?
Oh yeah, reap what you sow
Minds they will blow, what's the fucking curfew?
I'm not made of stone
Telephone lines, who you gonna call through?
Lights shine on their own
Where do we go? Where can we run to?
(Warning, warning)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Warning, warning)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Warning, warning)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Warning, warning)
Oh God, what do you know?
Where do we go? What we gonna go through?
Oh yeah, reap what you sow
Minds they'll blow, what's the fucking curfew?
I'm not made of stone
Telephone lines, who you gonna call through?
Lights shine on their own
Where do we go? Where can we run to?
Most the time I'm dying
Deaf to things I think in my head
Bright lights I'm not buying
traffic can't stop crying
Breathe the words, I'm sinking instead
Oh God, what do you know?
Where do we go? What we gonna go through?
Oh yeah, reap what you sow
Minds they'll blow, what's the fucking curfew?
I'm not made of stone
Telephone lines, who you gonna call through?
Lights shine on their own
Where do we go? Where do we run to?
Most the girls I care for
Cost me more than tether
Mares inside, the cows have been fed
Cost me more than candles
Waiting for the angles
Death to things I think in my head
Oh God, what do you know?
Where do we go? What we gonna go through?
Oh yeah, reap what you sow
Minds they will blow, what's the fucking curfew?
I'm not made of stone
Telephone lines, who you gonna call through?
Lights shine on their own
Where do we go? Where can we run to?
(Warning, warning)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Warning, warning)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Warning, warning)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Warning, warning)
Oh God, what do you know?
Where do we go? What we gonna go through?
Oh yeah, reap what you sow
Minds they'll blow, what's the fucking curfew?
I'm not made of stone
Telephone lines, who you gonna call through?
Lights shine on their own
Where do we go? Where can we run to?
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Paul Johns
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.