Timebomb Songtext
von Angels & Airwaves
Timebomb Songtext
Blue eyes, with
Long nights, with
Sound waves and
Flashing lights, with
White lines, with
White lights, with
Brain waves and
Dancing lights
We are, we are not digital
You seem like you′re having fun
And this world it can't hurt no one
But there′s wonder behind those eyes
When you seem like your acting fine
But tonight you're the chosen one
Letting those wildest young horses run
Letting the wind blow through broken glass
Washing ashore with no life in the raft
Hey there little sad girl
I really want to hold you
Your heart is like time bomb
And it's going to start to kill you
But in such a very sad world
There are still things to discover
It′s possible to hang on
Cause your story isn′t over
You are an accident waiting to happen
Revenge doesn't work if we′re laughing
There's danger so close to that edge
Prettiest thing left here laid on the bed
(Don′t lead)
Hey there little sad girl
(Don't lead me on)
I really want to hold you
(Don′t lead)
Your heart is like time bomb
(Don't lead me on)
And it's going to start to kill you
(Don′t lead)
But in such a very sad world
(Don′t lead me on)
There are still things to discover
(Don't lead)
It′s possible to hang on
(Don't lead me on)
Cause your story isn′t over
Don't lead me on
Don′t lead me on
(Don't lead)
Hey there little sad girl
(Don't lead me on)
I really want to hold you
(Don′t lead)
Your heart is like time bomb
(Don′t lead me on)
And it's going to start to kill you
(Don′t lead)
But in such a very sad world
(Don't lead me on)
There are still things to discover
(Don′t lead)
It's possible to hang on
(Don′t lead me on)
Cause your story isn't over
(Don't lead)
Hey there little sad girl
(Don′t lead me on)
I really want to hold you
(Don′t lead)
Your heart is like time bomb
(Don't lead me on)
And it′s going to start to kill you
(Don't lead)
But in such a very sad world
(Don′t lead me on)
There are still things to discover
(Don't lead)
It′s possible to hang on
(Don't lead me on)
Cause your story isn't over
Long nights, with
Sound waves and
Flashing lights, with
White lines, with
White lights, with
Brain waves and
Dancing lights
We are, we are not digital
You seem like you′re having fun
And this world it can't hurt no one
But there′s wonder behind those eyes
When you seem like your acting fine
But tonight you're the chosen one
Letting those wildest young horses run
Letting the wind blow through broken glass
Washing ashore with no life in the raft
Hey there little sad girl
I really want to hold you
Your heart is like time bomb
And it's going to start to kill you
But in such a very sad world
There are still things to discover
It′s possible to hang on
Cause your story isn′t over
You are an accident waiting to happen
Revenge doesn't work if we′re laughing
There's danger so close to that edge
Prettiest thing left here laid on the bed
(Don′t lead)
Hey there little sad girl
(Don't lead me on)
I really want to hold you
(Don′t lead)
Your heart is like time bomb
(Don't lead me on)
And it's going to start to kill you
(Don′t lead)
But in such a very sad world
(Don′t lead me on)
There are still things to discover
(Don't lead)
It′s possible to hang on
(Don't lead me on)
Cause your story isn′t over
Don't lead me on
Don′t lead me on
(Don't lead)
Hey there little sad girl
(Don't lead me on)
I really want to hold you
(Don′t lead)
Your heart is like time bomb
(Don′t lead me on)
And it's going to start to kill you
(Don′t lead)
But in such a very sad world
(Don't lead me on)
There are still things to discover
(Don′t lead)
It's possible to hang on
(Don′t lead me on)
Cause your story isn't over
(Don't lead)
Hey there little sad girl
(Don′t lead me on)
I really want to hold you
(Don′t lead)
Your heart is like time bomb
(Don't lead me on)
And it′s going to start to kill you
(Don't lead)
But in such a very sad world
(Don′t lead me on)
There are still things to discover
(Don't lead)
It′s possible to hang on
(Don't lead me on)
Cause your story isn't over
Writer(s): Tom Delonge, Matthew Rubano, Ilan Samuel Rubin, Aaron Rubin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com