Smouldering Sticks
๐ต 1026 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:46 duration
๐ ID: 6007798
๐ Lyrics
Man I feel like a peasant in rags on a battlefield
Out and about for a daily morning stroll
I can't stop my mind coming back to the places
That's guaranteed to leave me full of holes
These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
Yeah, we wax poetic at a cafe
Justify the need to reconcile
A tongue checks the same familiar ulcer
Knowing it's gonna be there all the while
These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
Yeah, we wax poetic at a party
Justify the need to leave your mind
A snow capped vista, steady surface
I don't usually have the coin or the time
These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
Out and about for a daily morning stroll
I can't stop my mind coming back to the places
That's guaranteed to leave me full of holes
These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
Yeah, we wax poetic at a cafe
Justify the need to reconcile
A tongue checks the same familiar ulcer
Knowing it's gonna be there all the while
These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
Yeah, we wax poetic at a party
Justify the need to leave your mind
A snow capped vista, steady surface
I don't usually have the coin or the time
These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:15.01] Man I feel like a peasant in rags on a battlefield
[00:22.69] Out and about for a daily morning stroll
[00:29.95] I can't stop my mind coming back to the places
[00:37.52] That's guaranteed to leave me full of holes
[00:45.13] These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
[00:52.92] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[00:59.97] Yeah, we wax poetic at a cafe
[01:07.39] Justify the need to reconcile
[01:15.19] A tongue checks the same familiar ulcer
[01:22.30] Knowing it's gonna be there all the while
[01:29.92] These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
[01:37.73] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[01:45.39] And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
[01:52.95] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[02:00.05] Yeah, we wax poetic at a party
[02:07.30] Justify the need to leave your mind
[02:15.70] A snow capped vista, steady surface
[02:22.63] I don't usually have the coin or the time
[02:28.31]
[02:59.88] These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
[03:07.36] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[03:14.42] And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
[03:22.32] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[03:30.43]
[00:22.69] Out and about for a daily morning stroll
[00:29.95] I can't stop my mind coming back to the places
[00:37.52] That's guaranteed to leave me full of holes
[00:45.13] These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
[00:52.92] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[00:59.97] Yeah, we wax poetic at a cafe
[01:07.39] Justify the need to reconcile
[01:15.19] A tongue checks the same familiar ulcer
[01:22.30] Knowing it's gonna be there all the while
[01:29.92] These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
[01:37.73] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[01:45.39] And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
[01:52.95] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[02:00.05] Yeah, we wax poetic at a party
[02:07.30] Justify the need to leave your mind
[02:15.70] A snow capped vista, steady surface
[02:22.63] I don't usually have the coin or the time
[02:28.31]
[02:59.88] These arms are smouldering sticks and there's no one to blame
[03:07.36] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[03:14.42] And if we're breathing in smoke then I'll ignore the pain
[03:22.32] With a hand outstretched reaching into the flames
[03:30.43]