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The Wombats

Mosquito On The Wall

 

Mosquito On The Wall

(album: B - Z Sides (2003-2017) (In Rough Chronological Order) - 2019)


I'm the mosquito on your wall and the doubt in your mind
The 17 missed calls and the key you can't find
Desperation does as desperation feels

I'm the alarm that doesn't sound and the cork in your wine
Your snapped heel on the town and all transactions declined
You were the one song that I could not perform

You used to be my shelter from the storm

And it's cold out on the West Coast and it's lonely by the sea
And the unemployment's rising and the pigeons never leave
And you said we were forever as you held me to your chest
I was not your piece of clay, dear
I was your lump of lead

I'm the speed camera in the tree and the fine you can't pay
The spinning beach ball on your screen and the crap excuse when you're late
You were the only book to ever put me in a trance

Yeah, you used to be my amber spyglass

And it's cold now on the West Coast and it's lonely by the sea
And the unemployment's rising but we're still somewhat upbeat
And you said we were forever as you held me to your chest
But I was not your your piece of clay, dear
I was your lump of lead

No slow dancing in the dark
No lifeless kisses in my car
No awkward chats to family
No Type A personalities
No same two albums on repeat
Endlessly rolling in the deep
Spending each Friday night at home
I have more fun when I'm alone
I have more fun when I'm alone

And it's cold now on the West Coast, yeah, it's lonely by the sea
And the unemployment's rising and we're still off to Tenerife
Because we know we're not forever
We'll do no more than try our best
We'll never be their piece of clay, dear
We'll be their lump of lead
Lead

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