Shawinigan

(альбом: The Longest Lonesome - 2019)

Room is black the room is black
Silhouettes hang in the corner
A spark of light it brings them back
Blind by temperament disorder

Numb to feeling, but feeling the need to give in
I lie awake as my head spins
Numb to feeling, I want to feel it again
Chasing light from the curtains

I doubt it's helping, but I'm better sleeping in
Can't take the tension anymore
Counting days I have nothing to show for

Purposeless envy, the stale compassion has me thinking
The grass is never green
And the lies are coming apart at the seams

Because I'm numb to feeling, but feeling the need to give in
Pace around til the morning
Numb to feeling, I want to feel it again
Grind my teeth til there's nothing

I doubt it's helping, but I'm better sleeping in
Can't take the tension anymore
Counting days I have nothing to show for
I wanna feel like I'm getting better
The ties I've severed, they've found their way back home

Take it back, take it all back
Lock the door
Turn the key
Take it back, take it all back
Because all I see is you

I doubt it's helping, but I'm better sleeping in
Can't take the tension anymore
Counting days I have nothing to show for
I wanna feel like I'm getting better
The ties I've severed, they've found their way back home