Hung Empty
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โฑ๏ธ 4:30 duration
๐ ID: 2883466
๐ Lyrics
They're singing "Bread of Heaven"
But they're baking it with our dough
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
Wish I'd savored that awkward little silence
That grew up to be a deafening hush
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
He's playing dickhead's advocate
And every date's a house show
I'm dropping my defenses 'til libido's my libero
And if you're keeping track of the notches
Even if he had a four-poster bed
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchips
Plucking splinters from his head
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
And we feel like we're the only ones
I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
Hung empty, the world spins
But we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me
And we'll quarantine the gloom
I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
Bring its mouth to my lips
"Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
We kneel at different altars, but we all desire the same
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
We're small steps down a steep slope
Exist as living proof
Not right to call this old age
But it certainly ain't youth no more
This certainly ain't youth
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled
Between the cobble stones
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls?
Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
And I feel like I'm the only one
I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
Hung empty, the world spins
But we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me
And we'll quarantine the gloom
Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
But what if this is it now?
What if this is how we die?
Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
But what, if this is it now?
What if this is how we die?
But they're baking it with our dough
Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
Wish I'd savored that awkward little silence
That grew up to be a deafening hush
Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
He's playing dickhead's advocate
And every date's a house show
I'm dropping my defenses 'til libido's my libero
And if you're keeping track of the notches
Even if he had a four-poster bed
He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchips
Plucking splinters from his head
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
And we feel like we're the only ones
I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
Hung empty, the world spins
But we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me
And we'll quarantine the gloom
I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
Bring its mouth to my lips
"Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
We kneel at different altars, but we all desire the same
For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
We're small steps down a steep slope
Exist as living proof
Not right to call this old age
But it certainly ain't youth no more
This certainly ain't youth
I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled
Between the cobble stones
For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls?
Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
The students spilling out at the bus stop
Are forcing me to walk in the street
I move against the tide of the tourists
I am lacking but they're looking replete
My vision is fading, it's blurry
There are fingerprints all over the sun
I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
And I feel like I'm the only one
I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
Hung empty, the world spins
But we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me
And we'll quarantine the gloom
Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
But what if this is it now?
What if this is how we die?
Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
But what, if this is it now?
What if this is how we die?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.25] They're singing "Bread of Heaven"
[00:13.54] But they're baking it with our dough
[00:18.61] Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
[00:24.63] Wish I'd savored that awkward little silence
[00:27.46] That grew up to be a deafening hush
[00:30.55] Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[00:37.05] The students spilling out at the bus stop
[00:39.70] Are forcing me to walk in the street
[00:43.26] I move against the tide of the tourists
[00:45.20] I am lacking but they're looking replete
[00:49.49] He's playing dickhead's advocate
[00:50.76] And every date's a house show
[00:55.38] I'm dropping my defenses 'til libido's my libero
[01:01.77] And if you're keeping track of the notches
[01:04.12] Even if he had a four-poster bed
[01:07.62] He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchips
[01:09.77] Plucking splinters from his head
[01:13.96] The students spilling out at the bus stop
[01:16.94] Are forcing me to walk in the street
[01:20.06] I move against the tide of the tourists
[01:22.21] I am lacking but they're looking replete
[01:26.06] My vision is fading, it's blurry
[01:28.98] There are fingerprints all over the sun
[01:32.46] We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
[01:34.55] And we feel like we're the only ones
[01:38.53] I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
[01:46.04] Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
[01:52.10] Hung empty, the world spins
[01:55.08] But we'll barricade the room
[01:58.14] Hung empty, hang onto me
[02:01.29] And we'll quarantine the gloom
[02:04.83] I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
[02:10.48] Bring its mouth to my lips
[02:12.11] "Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
[02:16.86] We kneel at different altars, but we all desire the same
[02:23.05] For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
[02:29.06] We're small steps down a steep slope
[02:32.12] Exist as living proof
[02:35.05] Not right to call this old age
[02:37.43] But it certainly ain't youth no more
[02:40.72] This certainly ain't youth
[02:43.84] I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled
[02:46.40] Between the cobble stones
[02:50.00] For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
[02:56.31] Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls?
[02:59.12] Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
[03:02.83] Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
[03:08.99] The students spilling out at the bus stop
[03:11.88] Are forcing me to walk in the street
[03:14.97] I move against the tide of the tourists
[03:16.95] I am lacking but they're looking replete
[03:21.00] My vision is fading, it's blurry
[03:23.93] There are fingerprints all over the sun
[03:27.14] I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
[03:29.46] And I feel like I'm the only one
[03:33.29] I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
[03:40.78] Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
[03:46.70] Hung empty, the world spins
[03:49.89] But we'll barricade the room
[03:52.86] Hung empty, hang onto me
[03:56.04] And we'll quarantine the gloom
[03:58.19] Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
[04:04.29] But what if this is it now?
[04:07.13] What if this is how we die?
[04:10.10] Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
[04:16.36] But what, if this is it now?
[04:19.40] What if this is how we die?
[04:23.47]
[00:13.54] But they're baking it with our dough
[00:18.61] Living as common criminal, but acting local hero
[00:24.63] Wish I'd savored that awkward little silence
[00:27.46] That grew up to be a deafening hush
[00:30.55] Curling up, cuddling a big red button to push
[00:37.05] The students spilling out at the bus stop
[00:39.70] Are forcing me to walk in the street
[00:43.26] I move against the tide of the tourists
[00:45.20] I am lacking but they're looking replete
[00:49.49] He's playing dickhead's advocate
[00:50.76] And every date's a house show
[00:55.38] I'm dropping my defenses 'til libido's my libero
[01:01.77] And if you're keeping track of the notches
[01:04.12] Even if he had a four-poster bed
[01:07.62] He'd be sleeping on a pile of woodchips
[01:09.77] Plucking splinters from his head
[01:13.96] The students spilling out at the bus stop
[01:16.94] Are forcing me to walk in the street
[01:20.06] I move against the tide of the tourists
[01:22.21] I am lacking but they're looking replete
[01:26.06] My vision is fading, it's blurry
[01:28.98] There are fingerprints all over the sun
[01:32.46] We're glad to be loved but we're lonely
[01:34.55] And we feel like we're the only ones
[01:38.53] I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
[01:46.04] Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
[01:52.10] Hung empty, the world spins
[01:55.08] But we'll barricade the room
[01:58.14] Hung empty, hang onto me
[02:01.29] And we'll quarantine the gloom
[02:04.83] I've been penning odes to continental bottled lager
[02:10.48] Bring its mouth to my lips
[02:12.11] "Oh holy holy, I do not know what I'd do without you"
[02:16.86] We kneel at different altars, but we all desire the same
[02:23.05] For someone else to seize the bow to find a truer aim
[02:29.06] We're small steps down a steep slope
[02:32.12] Exist as living proof
[02:35.05] Not right to call this old age
[02:37.43] But it certainly ain't youth no more
[02:40.72] This certainly ain't youth
[02:43.84] I wanna shrink to a size to be coddled
[02:46.40] Between the cobble stones
[02:50.00] For you to grow to a height to drape a shadow over all of us
[02:56.31] Oh, would you let me rest in your flesh rolls?
[02:59.12] Lay my languor in the calm of your shade?
[03:02.83] Sink into its dark until I lose my hands in front of my face
[03:08.99] The students spilling out at the bus stop
[03:11.88] Are forcing me to walk in the street
[03:14.97] I move against the tide of the tourists
[03:16.95] I am lacking but they're looking replete
[03:21.00] My vision is fading, it's blurry
[03:23.93] There are fingerprints all over the sun
[03:27.14] I'm glad to be loved but I'm lonely
[03:29.46] And I feel like I'm the only one
[03:33.29] I'm hung empty, all night all afternoon
[03:40.78] Hung empty, horse and not bride and groom
[03:46.70] Hung empty, the world spins
[03:49.89] But we'll barricade the room
[03:52.86] Hung empty, hang onto me
[03:56.04] And we'll quarantine the gloom
[03:58.19] Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
[04:04.29] But what if this is it now?
[04:07.13] What if this is how we die?
[04:10.10] Feels like I've been waiting on it nearly all my life
[04:16.36] But what, if this is it now?
[04:19.40] What if this is how we die?
[04:23.47]