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Dance Gavin Dance

Hot Water On Wool

 

Hot Water On Wool

(album: Dance Gavin Dance - 2008)


If we could only be in different places
Among the same faces we can't forget
In debt to the very distinction of love and hate
They're both in our hearts, we choose an imbalance
Oh, the thought, we are the flaws that make us

That must be why... (What's the right word for this?)
I'm suffering (Ashamed? No, horrified)

It's an action, delayed reaction
I've got taxes and bills to pay
Something's flapping its wings at me
Someone's clapping, I guess we're on TV

Stop now you've ruined it all
Stop now you've obtained it all
Stop now you've ruined it all
Stop now you've obtained it all
Stop now you've ruined it all
Stop now you've obtained it all

Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now
Stop now, stop now

(Indefinitely)

Moving in the right direction
(I'm waiting to see if it comes to me
or if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor)
Maybe I'll sleep... maybe I'll sleep through a century
(I'm waiting to see if it comes to me
or if it's tied to a safe that just hit the sea floor)

What was going through my head?
Head...

Ooh...
Press the pressure point on my neck
My head will snap off and roll into the secret passage
we built for escorting the rapist to the victim
Did you manage your time?
Do you know how I do?
Downpour, downpour, downpour, downpour
Oh, the boredom involved in patience

So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn
So, I'll make a fist and rip the threads we've sewn
Since it's come to this, it feels like nobody's home
So my cover's blown, rip open the threads we've sewn

And I won't forget what it means

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?