Static
A drink with desire
But no direction
Is only a stomachache
And the pain keeps me up late
Waiting, contemplating
How am I supposed to sleep
When my thoughts are on the run
I chase them down, pull out a loaded gun
And I lay
Contemplate
What is my fate?
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
And all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around
When it's it's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around?
When will it kick in?
The swallowed inspiration
Pacing, waiting
The clock keeps saying
Time is running out
And I lay
Contemplate
What is my fate?
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
And all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around
When it's it's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around?
Oh, there's static in my brain (Static, static, static, static)
Questions excessive
Answers MIA
And I lay, and I lay, and I lay (And I, and I, and I, and I)
Contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
Damn, all of stomachaches and worries
Wide awake with uncertainty
And I lay, and I lay, and I lay
Contemplate, contemplate
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
With all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around
When it's it's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around?
But no direction
Is only a stomachache
And the pain keeps me up late
Waiting, contemplating
How am I supposed to sleep
When my thoughts are on the run
I chase them down, pull out a loaded gun
And I lay
Contemplate
What is my fate?
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
And all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around
When it's it's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around?
When will it kick in?
The swallowed inspiration
Pacing, waiting
The clock keeps saying
Time is running out
And I lay
Contemplate
What is my fate?
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
And all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around
When it's it's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around?
Oh, there's static in my brain (Static, static, static, static)
Questions excessive
Answers MIA
And I lay, and I lay, and I lay (And I, and I, and I, and I)
Contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
Damn, all of stomachaches and worries
Wide awake with uncertainty
And I lay, and I lay, and I lay
Contemplate, contemplate
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
With all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around
When it's it's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around?
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Writer(s): Camilla Nicole Petyn
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