return of the white knuckle angel
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โฑ๏ธ 3:20 duration
๐ ID: 26471236
๐ Lyrics
Ride downtown feeling golden
Tried to skirt around the late crowd
Locking eyes through the shower curtain
Count the colors coming down
I know, I know, I know I hardly knew you
Your body dried out on the rock
Burnt my throat out always trying to make you like me
When I should've shut my mouth
I don't go out much anymore
Say goodnight as I walk out the liquor store
Old men fishing on a pier
Salty air but I don't think about you here
On desperate walks around the eastside, fantasize
Shattered glass across the sky
Do you hear echoes of your old hell
Whisper, soft, behind the shell?
The vibes got bad again, it's touch and go
I think too much about it
We let the record show
Railroad tracks make a rainbow
We share another jug of wine
List the names of cities that might feel better
The last time I saw you alive
Bleed out weeks of contemplation
Turned to misanthropic yearning
Sleep the day off on the couch
A couple days and I'll be back to my old self
No, no, no, it's alright, it's just something I'm ashamed of
I don't go out much anymore, just pace circles around the quarry
And wait for the conversation to peter out
These drunk and languid winter days
Those circles are all that still feels real
And I know we're all made up of our own systems
And who wants to be looked down on?
But there's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Nothing as beautiful as you looking down on me
A couple days, a couple days, a couple days, a couple days, a couple days
And I'll be back to my old self
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.00]
[00:11.07] Ride downtown feeling golden
[00:16.15] Tried to skirt around the late crowd
[00:21.19] Locking eyes through the shower curtain
[00:25.87] Count the colors coming down
[00:28.51]
[00:30.07] I know, I know, I know I hardly knew you
[00:35.23] Your body dried out on the rock
[00:40.24] Burnt my throat out always trying to make you like me
[00:45.01] When I should've shut my mouth
[00:49.51] I don't go out much anymore
[00:54.47] Say goodnight as I walk out the liquor store
[00:59.15] Old men fishing on a pier
[01:03.81] Salty air but I don't think about you here
[01:07.21] On desperate walks around the eastside, fantasize
[01:10.11] Shattered glass across the sky
[01:12.56] Do you hear echoes of your old hell
[01:15.21] Whisper, soft, behind the shell?
[01:17.45] The vibes got bad again, it's touch and go
[01:20.61] I think too much about it
[01:23.85] We let the record show
[01:28.15]
[01:39.01] Railroad tracks make a rainbow
[01:43.57] We share another jug of wine
[01:48.49] List the names of cities that might feel better
[01:52.95] The last time I saw you alive
[01:57.95] Bleed out weeks of contemplation
[02:00.05] Turned to misanthropic yearning
[02:02.97] Sleep the day off on the couch
[02:07.52] A couple days and I'll be back to my old self
[02:11.11] No, no, no, it's alright, it's just something I'm ashamed of
[02:15.81]
[02:17.03] I don't go out much anymore, just pace circles around the quarry
[02:21.35] And wait for the conversation to peter out
[02:24.39] These drunk and languid winter days
[02:26.74] Those circles are all that still feels real
[02:29.17] And I know we're all made up of our own systems
[02:32.37] And who wants to be looked down on?
[02:35.49] But there's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
[02:40.34] Nothing as beautiful as you looking down on me
[02:46.59] A couple days, a couple days, a couple days, a couple days, a couple days
[02:52.71] And I'll be back to my old self
[02:55.45]
[00:11.07] Ride downtown feeling golden
[00:16.15] Tried to skirt around the late crowd
[00:21.19] Locking eyes through the shower curtain
[00:25.87] Count the colors coming down
[00:28.51]
[00:30.07] I know, I know, I know I hardly knew you
[00:35.23] Your body dried out on the rock
[00:40.24] Burnt my throat out always trying to make you like me
[00:45.01] When I should've shut my mouth
[00:49.51] I don't go out much anymore
[00:54.47] Say goodnight as I walk out the liquor store
[00:59.15] Old men fishing on a pier
[01:03.81] Salty air but I don't think about you here
[01:07.21] On desperate walks around the eastside, fantasize
[01:10.11] Shattered glass across the sky
[01:12.56] Do you hear echoes of your old hell
[01:15.21] Whisper, soft, behind the shell?
[01:17.45] The vibes got bad again, it's touch and go
[01:20.61] I think too much about it
[01:23.85] We let the record show
[01:28.15]
[01:39.01] Railroad tracks make a rainbow
[01:43.57] We share another jug of wine
[01:48.49] List the names of cities that might feel better
[01:52.95] The last time I saw you alive
[01:57.95] Bleed out weeks of contemplation
[02:00.05] Turned to misanthropic yearning
[02:02.97] Sleep the day off on the couch
[02:07.52] A couple days and I'll be back to my old self
[02:11.11] No, no, no, it's alright, it's just something I'm ashamed of
[02:15.81]
[02:17.03] I don't go out much anymore, just pace circles around the quarry
[02:21.35] And wait for the conversation to peter out
[02:24.39] These drunk and languid winter days
[02:26.74] Those circles are all that still feels real
[02:29.17] And I know we're all made up of our own systems
[02:32.37] And who wants to be looked down on?
[02:35.49] But there's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
[02:40.34] Nothing as beautiful as you looking down on me
[02:46.59] A couple days, a couple days, a couple days, a couple days, a couple days
[02:52.71] And I'll be back to my old self
[02:55.45]