I wonder if you could be my therapy It’s kind of awkward but obvious It’s what I need I’m not Michelangelo painting a ceiling But you’re the last shade of red that I’ll be missing
There’s not a pill that I can’t take You’re just a habit that I can’t break oh
I’ll bang on this piano till the feeling’s come I’m standing on the edge but my feet can’t jump Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue But I won’t stop till the feelings have gone
It’s ’bout four in the morning still can’t sleep And that blanket wrapped around you wish that was me But I’m just one more cynical dreamer I never dream like this I’m pulling out my hair Pretending I don’t care
There’s not a pill that I can’t take You’re just a habit that I can’t break, oh
I’ll bang on this piano till the feeling’s come I’m standing on the edge but my feet can’t jump Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue And I won’t stop until the feelings have gone
I don’t need to know where we’re going I’ll just be the scream and let it out I can feel the music flowing I can’t feel it, never felt like this
I’ll bang on this piano till the feeling’s come I’m standing on the edge but my feet can’t jump Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue And I won’t stop until the feelings have gone
Compositores: Martin Brammer, William Hort Mann, Stephen Paul Robson, Jack Michael Mcmanus (Jack Mcmanus) ECAD: Obra #2710393 Fonograma #12599648