Pilot
๐ต 833 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:14 duration
๐ ID: 740375
๐ Lyrics
I don't know how to behave
Reacting, fists dangling
About the same time every day
Sometimes an outfit blows in from the street
I can bring in the bolts and sleep
But the old flag knits and rises
Shells and shards dust the yard
I wish it was white, I wish it was white
But it needs blood for the new erection
I try to be light, stop the low talk
But I am a coward, and Camus was right
You slide like a bangle down the day's arm
Waiting the hand to be given away
But I don't deserve it, I won't wear it
I know it's a gift but Christmas is gone
I'm ashamed of the quiet but I want to be silent
Always practicing, still no grace
I get so anxious I need a tattoo
Something binding, that hides me
But when the time comes to design it
It opens up like height under a pilot
Like height under a pilot
It opens up like height under a pilot
Reacting, fists dangling
About the same time every day
Sometimes an outfit blows in from the street
I can bring in the bolts and sleep
But the old flag knits and rises
Shells and shards dust the yard
I wish it was white, I wish it was white
But it needs blood for the new erection
I try to be light, stop the low talk
But I am a coward, and Camus was right
You slide like a bangle down the day's arm
Waiting the hand to be given away
But I don't deserve it, I won't wear it
I know it's a gift but Christmas is gone
I'm ashamed of the quiet but I want to be silent
Always practicing, still no grace
I get so anxious I need a tattoo
Something binding, that hides me
But when the time comes to design it
It opens up like height under a pilot
Like height under a pilot
It opens up like height under a pilot
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.93] I don't know how to behave
[00:24.85] Reacting, fists dangling
[00:29.94] About the same time every day
[00:43.40] Sometimes an outfit blows in from the street
[00:49.86] I can bring in the bolts and sleep
[00:53.27] But the old flag knits and rises
[00:59.11] Shells and shards dust the yard
[01:08.88] I wish it was white, I wish it was white
[01:14.15] But it needs blood for the new erection
[01:24.31] I try to be light, stop the low talk
[01:29.23] But I am a coward, and Camus was right
[01:34.31] You slide like a bangle down the day's arm
[01:39.57] Waiting the hand to be given away
[01:44.49] But I don't deserve it, I won't wear it
[01:49.49] I know it's a gift but Christmas is gone
[01:58.99] I'm ashamed of the quiet but I want to be silent
[02:04.53] Always practicing, still no grace
[02:18.94] I get so anxious I need a tattoo
[02:24.58] Something binding, that hides me
[02:29.05] But when the time comes to design it
[02:34.34] It opens up like height under a pilot
[02:45.70] Like height under a pilot
[02:54.69] It opens up like height under a pilot
[03:05.42]
[00:24.85] Reacting, fists dangling
[00:29.94] About the same time every day
[00:43.40] Sometimes an outfit blows in from the street
[00:49.86] I can bring in the bolts and sleep
[00:53.27] But the old flag knits and rises
[00:59.11] Shells and shards dust the yard
[01:08.88] I wish it was white, I wish it was white
[01:14.15] But it needs blood for the new erection
[01:24.31] I try to be light, stop the low talk
[01:29.23] But I am a coward, and Camus was right
[01:34.31] You slide like a bangle down the day's arm
[01:39.57] Waiting the hand to be given away
[01:44.49] But I don't deserve it, I won't wear it
[01:49.49] I know it's a gift but Christmas is gone
[01:58.99] I'm ashamed of the quiet but I want to be silent
[02:04.53] Always practicing, still no grace
[02:18.94] I get so anxious I need a tattoo
[02:24.58] Something binding, that hides me
[02:29.05] But when the time comes to design it
[02:34.34] It opens up like height under a pilot
[02:45.70] Like height under a pilot
[02:54.69] It opens up like height under a pilot
[03:05.42]