Текст песни Here Comes That Feeling

Up in the morning, politely yawning

There's frost on the roof of the car

First cigarette puffs, gold links in my cuffs

Egg on the shirt of my heart

Fingerprints in the dust with my name

Squint my eyes to see from my fame

Spot the words that fall from my lines

The deafness hides the light from the blind

Stop starting journey, the road returns me

Back to the world in the evening
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The stage rehearsals, voice on the circles

Blah, blah my way to the ceiling

I can't see the walls for the chairs

Are there people sitting out there?

Feed me with a frown or a laugh

Featureless the faces that ask

Tonight I'm cracking, I'm murder acting

Foot lit the visual of my lines

I'll smoke and drink it, I'll eat and think it

Miserable the murder plot unwinds