ฟังเพลงFossa

It's hard to see when the streetlights are out

I'll get a gas lamp &visit the house that you grew up in

I'm burning it down

I've got the answers &you'll be my kill

I'm sorry you're a victim of my will

Now my rooms been bleached I'm burning it down

There really is no sense in diffusing all the tension

When it's all we have it's all we have right now

Do you feel low are you feeling low

Are you still listening

Are you still listening

To the sad songs on the radio

Are you still listening

Are you still listening

Well can you taste the gin

Well I can't taste anything

I'm obsessed with myself I'll put my picture on my shelf

&I won't look at someone else until I smash the frame this evening

A letter that I wrote you

A cobweb on your door

A broken plastic window pane lying on the kitchen floor

A broken dirty mirror that's hanging in your hall

It's been lying to your face since the day that you were born

Do you feel low are you feeling low

Are you still listening

Are you still listening

To the sad songs on the radio

Are you still listening

Are you still listening

I'm sorry those numbers are getting you down

I care more about the lines you wrote than the ones that make your frown

I'm sorry those numbers are getting you down

I care more about the lines you wrote than the ones that make your frown

There really is no sense in diffusing all the tension

When it's all we have it's all we have right now

And all I'm asking you is

Am I on your mind today

Or since I've been away has it got worse

And all I'm asking you is

Am I on your mind today

Or since I've been away has it got worse