Everything Else Has Gone Wrong

Everything Else Has Gone Wrong - Bombay Bicycle Club

Lyrics by：Jack Steadman

Composed by：Jack Steadman

Aching for a word and the words are not coming

I can paint it with a speech bubble sing a motif

Rub it in on my teeth

Glisten white

Eyes shut

And my tongue's tied wrong

But I'm listening right

Well come on and get something

Onto my rung

Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung

Come on and get something

Onto my rung

Keep the stereo on

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Aching for a word

I can feel my mind running

I can chase it till I'm seeing blood

Dark red coat on the side of my throat

When you heard each sound

Did you swallow it down tasting every word

Then come on and get something

Onto my rung

Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung

Come on and get something

Onto my rung

Keep the stereo on

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

Everything else has gone wrong

I guess I found my peace again

And yes I found my second wind

I guess I found my peace again

And yes I found my second wind

I guess I found my peace again

And yes I found my second wind

I guess I found my peace again

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found some hope again

And yes I found my peace again

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my peace again

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found some hope again

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found my second wind

And yes I found some hope again