Barnacles Songtext
von Ugly Casanova
Barnacles Songtext
I don′t really need to see,
So I don't need to see so I′ll paint,
I don't know, I'll paint it black.
I don′t need to see,
I don′t see how you see out of your window,
I don't need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
I don't need to see,
I don′t see how you see out of your window,
I don't need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
I don't know me and you don't know you,
So we fit so good together ′cause I knew you like I knew myself.
We clung on like barnacles on a boat,
Even though the ship sinks you know you can′t let go.
I was talking like two hands knocking,
Yelling "let me in, let me in, please come out."
Black glass, dirt-based soap,
Tell yourself what you know.
My friends, oh my friends,
Bury your head I'll help you bury your hands.
Hard hit, hard to miss,
Problems are what a problem is.
My light came up quick, call it your asterisk,
Buried like boys in a boys first book of the stars
Saw it as satellite, constant unblinking as,
Buried in the bottom of a bottom of a blackish lake.
I don′t really need to see,
So I don't need to see so I′ll paint,
I don't know, I′ll paint it black.
I don't need to see,
I don't see how you see out of your window,
I don′t need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
I don't need to see,
I don′t see how you see out of your window,
I don't need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
So I don't need to see so I′ll paint,
I don't know, I'll paint it black.
I don′t need to see,
I don′t see how you see out of your window,
I don't need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
I don't need to see,
I don′t see how you see out of your window,
I don't need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
I don't know me and you don't know you,
So we fit so good together ′cause I knew you like I knew myself.
We clung on like barnacles on a boat,
Even though the ship sinks you know you can′t let go.
I was talking like two hands knocking,
Yelling "let me in, let me in, please come out."
Black glass, dirt-based soap,
Tell yourself what you know.
My friends, oh my friends,
Bury your head I'll help you bury your hands.
Hard hit, hard to miss,
Problems are what a problem is.
My light came up quick, call it your asterisk,
Buried like boys in a boys first book of the stars
Saw it as satellite, constant unblinking as,
Buried in the bottom of a bottom of a blackish lake.
I don′t really need to see,
So I don't need to see so I′ll paint,
I don't know, I′ll paint it black.
I don't need to see,
I don't see how you see out of your window,
I don′t need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
I don't need to see,
I don′t see how you see out of your window,
I don't need to see, I′ll paint mine black.
Writer(s): Isaac Brock, John Orth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com