Headspace - The Wombats
Headspace I need a route of my headspace
It s a war in here and I need you to take
Take around in my headspace
Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac
Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas
Cause I m hurt
I ll laugh and I joke but I m hurt
I m gonna sing, sing, sing my new swamp song
So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum
But it ll hurt
I ll dance if they ask but it ll hurt
Headspace I need a road of my headspace
It s a war in here and I need you to take
Take around in my headspace
These 5.5 liters of blood
Have some sour taste
For your sweet taste buds
Cuz I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball
From the 1970 s all dusty and worn
And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts
I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way
I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes
I didn t care, they scratch and they bite I didn t care
I didn t care
Headspace I need a road of my headspace
It s a war in here and I need somebody to say
Take around in my headspace
These 5.5 liters of blood
Have some sour taste
For your sweet taste buds
You put a war zone inside me
Above and below the neck
Above and below the neck
Someone flick a light on
The dark just makes it worse
I m running out of options and I m lost for words
Been a life wrecker
Are you gonna let me know
I keep showing you the compassion
And the
I m acting my age here and I m growing up too fast
The and streets paves with gold
I want my money back
Cause Liverpool feels like a crowded memory
Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me
Head space, my head space
She wrapped her claws around me
Head space my head space编辑于2015/04/10更新