Song Length |
3:00 |
Genre |
Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Anxious, Worried |
Subject |
Region, Doors |
Language |
English |
Era |
1990 - 1999 |
Lyrics
toss it up, i?ll keep track
get us there, i?ll get us back
fall in line with your honor
horizon line, yellow light
yellow, white lines are straight
velvet pins in your armor
hour twenty-five, bets are up
i watch her drive
entire climates fly by
while my lungs fill with dust
hide the muscle cramps and lust
bind it up with serpents i?m
sick and shamed, drive too fast
it says ?what makes you think it?s gonna last??
the road rolls home
don?t lose your concentration
you could happy, just loose your expectations
i?m not jealous, yes i?m up
i?m awake and i?m not satisfied
when light falls down
you wrap your head up in sounds
the wind shield, the tapes play play play
i was spitting out the cores while he was crawling on the floor
a stranger, shaking
yeah you always grab at some so perfect star
think you should get better
?cause you don?t know who you are
who wants some sand bag
like you around their waist
un-understood
it says ?what if you say the wrong word??
the road rolls out like some kind of tongue
yeah it?s gonna drive you straight into the sun
press the pedal to the floor
up all night until your satisfied