Help

Fear is pumping from the speakers, I can feel it in my shoes
Standing on the coffee table makes me the living room king
Drifting conversation pass the windows in the first waves of fall
Ice, the rest of the world goes on without me

This is no test
This is not a dream
Our roof, one bed
H-E-L-P

You can take these transmitting lines and keep them for yourself
Had to write a whole song just to spell the word "help"
Do you see us from up above?
The search is on the ground
Speaking to the sky
About some broken crystals
Better on the roof, telling me, telling you

The spotlight shines
The trembling rings
Our roof, one bed
H-E-L-P

These homes, the streets
These phones, a field
These walls of the saints
These window scenes
These cold, soft glimpse
This round for the

This is no test
This is not a dream
Our roof, one bed
H-E-L-P

This is no test
This is not a dream
Our roof, one bed
H-E-L-P



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Hansen, Matthew Pond
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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