Since K Got Over Me Songtext
von The Clientele
Since K Got Over Me Songtext
Juliet
I get on my knees
Speaking in tongues
Of washed out sun and
Perfect clarity
Well I get so delirious
I think my sides will split
Standing on the sidewalk
Sometimes it′s with him
I don't think I′ll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
And everything's so lucid
And so creepy
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
All my senses shot
My hands are fixed
I'm pretty tired of making lists
It′s just this emptiness
I can′t chase it away
And when the evening paints the streets
When the evening paints the streets
It's like walking on a trampoline
I don′t think I'll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
But everything′s so vivid
And so creepy
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
There's a hole inside my skull
With warm air blowing in
Standing on the sidewalk
Where do I begin?
I don′t think I'll be happy anymore
I guess I closed that door
But every night a strange geometry
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
I get on my knees
Speaking in tongues
Of washed out sun and
Perfect clarity
Well I get so delirious
I think my sides will split
Standing on the sidewalk
Sometimes it′s with him
I don't think I′ll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
And everything's so lucid
And so creepy
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
All my senses shot
My hands are fixed
I'm pretty tired of making lists
It′s just this emptiness
I can′t chase it away
And when the evening paints the streets
When the evening paints the streets
It's like walking on a trampoline
I don′t think I'll be happy anyway
Just scratching out my name
But everything′s so vivid
And so creepy
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
There's a hole inside my skull
With warm air blowing in
Standing on the sidewalk
Where do I begin?
I don′t think I'll be happy anymore
I guess I closed that door
But every night a strange geometry
Since K got over me
Since K got over me
Writer(s): Alasdair David Maclean, James Mark Hornsey, Mark Nicholas Keen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com