(Don’t Let the Dragon) Draag On Songtext
von King Krule

I hang my head for those
Who ain′t been held too close
In times of pain
When the ceiling drips
Rooms bathed in grey
Outside's a trip
For another day

I keep telling those
Expelling those
Negative holes to go away
But it seems to grip
More everyday


Walls get taller
Self-medicate
And how did you get this low
That′s what the illness spoke
For every word they had to say
Better off just leaving me this way

Guess this ain't the world that I dreamt to
How many hits can one bum take
How many things can one boy make
I wrap myself inside my duvet
You think those blue giants feel the same
You think they ever have these days
You think they ever have these days