Trapped (Night of the Gas Station Explosion)
Trapped inside your house.
I didn't even mean to say it.
Nothing will calm you down now.
Your walls are crying out of outrageous nostalgia.
The colours are slowly fading through your window.
We would love to run away.
We would love to run away.
I guess we need a different kind of warmth.
Sometimes it feels like you can't pour your heart out,
or at least to fight back your obstacles.
We would love to run away.
We would love to run away.
Yes, we'd love to run away,
but that's where you're at.
That's where we're at.
It only matters if you have something to do about it.
You don't have to say you love me just because I care.
Are you fine with wasting all of your time?
Don't let your youth slip away,
like I let mine.
We're so short on time.
We're so short on time.
Trapped inside your house.
It hurts less to be silent together.
The radio announces about the gas station explosion.
Nothing will calm you down now.
The air is freezing cold on the fast lane to our lungs, but we are still stifled here.
The air is freezing cold on the fast lane to our lungs, but we are still stifled here.
The air is freezing cold on the fast lane to our lungs, but we are still stifled here.
I didn't even mean to say it.
Nothing will calm you down now.
Your walls are crying out of outrageous nostalgia.
The colours are slowly fading through your window.
We would love to run away.
We would love to run away.
I guess we need a different kind of warmth.
Sometimes it feels like you can't pour your heart out,
or at least to fight back your obstacles.
We would love to run away.
We would love to run away.
Yes, we'd love to run away,
but that's where you're at.
That's where we're at.
It only matters if you have something to do about it.
You don't have to say you love me just because I care.
Are you fine with wasting all of your time?
Don't let your youth slip away,
like I let mine.
We're so short on time.
We're so short on time.
Trapped inside your house.
It hurts less to be silent together.
The radio announces about the gas station explosion.
Nothing will calm you down now.
The air is freezing cold on the fast lane to our lungs, but we are still stifled here.
The air is freezing cold on the fast lane to our lungs, but we are still stifled here.
The air is freezing cold on the fast lane to our lungs, but we are still stifled here.
Credits
Writer(s): Sagie Shahar
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.