Sometimes when I'm on the verge I think I'll do it, but I don't have the nerve There's no pulse, can't breathe, the drawers are empty And I can't stand, I can't sleep, the rent's too cheap
It comes in waves in the night It comes in waves, you and I It comes in waves in the night It comes in waves
Sometimes I'm a cause for concern I smoke but really I burn And there's no heart, no beat, no one to hurt me Red lips, snake eyes, you don't fool me
It comes in waves in the night It comes in waves, you and I It comes in waves in the night It comes in waves
She's running five minutes late again Forgot she had a kid again She's gunning for the big bucks Father left like Peter Pan For Neverland and a better tan Well, I guess stranger things have happened I guess stranger things have happened
Summer monsoon, not a dry eye in the whole room On the way home, just wasn't the same without you Summer monsoon, not a dry eye in the whole room On the way home, just wasn't the same without you Summer monsoon, not a dry eye in the whole room (In the night, it comes in waves) On the way home, just wasn't the same without you
Compositores: Maxwell Andrew Byrne, Andrew Woodson Black (Haux), Thomas Wayland Bartlett, August e. Rose ECAD: Obra #45031097