Turning Into A Stranger
๐ต 581 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:45 duration
๐ ID: 12255810
๐ Lyrics
Soft as the sound of rain on your windowsill
I was lost when you gathered me in
Home is the sort of place where the ground is still
And I am sewn right back into my skin
But that's me backed into a corner
With my crooked head and everything undone
Calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse
And I am drawn into desolation
Truth doesn't stretch as far as the tendril wraps
But it moves like a cancer within
That's me stopped under a streetlight
With the cadence of the blades across the glass
And that's me turning into a stranger
I've given up, I'm giving in, I'll throw it all away
I was lost when you gathered me in
Home is the sort of place where the ground is still
And I am sewn right back into my skin
But that's me backed into a corner
With my crooked head and everything undone
Calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse
And I am drawn into desolation
Truth doesn't stretch as far as the tendril wraps
But it moves like a cancer within
That's me stopped under a streetlight
With the cadence of the blades across the glass
And that's me turning into a stranger
I've given up, I'm giving in, I'll throw it all away
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.65] Soft as the sound of rain on your windowsill
[00:28.77] I was lost when you gathered me in
[00:36.62] Home is the sort of place where the ground is still
[00:43.21] And I am sewn right back into my skin
[00:50.71] But that's me backed into a corner
[00:58.44] With my crooked head and everything undone
[01:06.66] Calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse
[01:13.43] And I am drawn into desolation
[01:21.62] Truth doesn't stretch as far as the tendril wraps
[01:28.53] But it moves like a cancer within
[01:36.31] That's me stopped under a streetlight
[01:43.57] With the cadence of the blades across the glass
[01:51.42] And that's me turning into a stranger
[01:58.93] I've given up, I'm giving in, I'll throw it all away
[02:14.94]
[00:28.77] I was lost when you gathered me in
[00:36.62] Home is the sort of place where the ground is still
[00:43.21] And I am sewn right back into my skin
[00:50.71] But that's me backed into a corner
[00:58.44] With my crooked head and everything undone
[01:06.66] Calm is the quiet face of a slow collapse
[01:13.43] And I am drawn into desolation
[01:21.62] Truth doesn't stretch as far as the tendril wraps
[01:28.53] But it moves like a cancer within
[01:36.31] That's me stopped under a streetlight
[01:43.57] With the cadence of the blades across the glass
[01:51.42] And that's me turning into a stranger
[01:58.93] I've given up, I'm giving in, I'll throw it all away
[02:14.94]