Funhouse
Tears flow down by accident
The sound of his voice still makes you cry
He grabs you through the stereo
Takes you to the house without windows
Embers, poking holes into your clothes
Time slows down
The sun goes down
Breathing heavy, funhouse got my brain
Time slows down
The sun goes down
I'm feeling heavy, funhouse got my brain
Sleep into the afternoon
If you're feelin' bad then you know its working good
Down at the Get-Sick-Quick or flying over the Pacific
Happy in your head, in the land of the dead
Feelings untrue
You're head comes unscrewed
Belong in a zoo
So what you gon do?
Feelings untrue
You're head comes unscrewed
Belong in a zoo
So what you gon do?
What's the time? Not feeling right
It's 3 am on Friday night
Walk through walls, self-slamming doors
We're rolling on the funhouse floor
You and all the things you re-arrange
Into my peripherals you fade away
What's the time? The moon's too bright
It's 6 in the morning, Friday night
Walk through walls, self-slamming doors
We're rolling on the funhouse floor
I'm so tired but I can't fall asleep
I guess I'll haunt the house across the street
The sound of his voice still makes you cry
He grabs you through the stereo
Takes you to the house without windows
Embers, poking holes into your clothes
Time slows down
The sun goes down
Breathing heavy, funhouse got my brain
Time slows down
The sun goes down
I'm feeling heavy, funhouse got my brain
Sleep into the afternoon
If you're feelin' bad then you know its working good
Down at the Get-Sick-Quick or flying over the Pacific
Happy in your head, in the land of the dead
Feelings untrue
You're head comes unscrewed
Belong in a zoo
So what you gon do?
Feelings untrue
You're head comes unscrewed
Belong in a zoo
So what you gon do?
What's the time? Not feeling right
It's 3 am on Friday night
Walk through walls, self-slamming doors
We're rolling on the funhouse floor
You and all the things you re-arrange
Into my peripherals you fade away
What's the time? The moon's too bright
It's 6 in the morning, Friday night
Walk through walls, self-slamming doors
We're rolling on the funhouse floor
I'm so tired but I can't fall asleep
I guess I'll haunt the house across the street
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Writer(s): Anthony Giavedoni
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