I'm homeward bound, but what's the true meaning of home anyways
We're still out of our minds, we're still uptight, manic & falling behind
Your tongue loves tearing me apart
It's a loaded gun, I knew it from the start
So drop shells and empty out the chamber
Make sure it's in one ear and out the other
Burns me to think on this infernal malady
It's poor soil that's built up this turmoil
But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm
Such recoil from all of this turmoil
But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm
Sometimes we cling to things that make us bleed
We'd rather take the heat, than face unknown peace
Acceptance of what is, the hindrance of your French kiss
That makes up for the way we speak, it makes up for everything
As civic as it plays, we're renegade blue jays, an unrelenting phase
The love that we've made, the turn of your fan blade
It makes up for everything
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Brigades - Turmoil Lyrics
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I'm homeward bound, but what's the true meaning of home anyways
We're still out of our minds, we're still uptight, manic & falling behind
Your tongue loves tearing me apart
It's a loaded gun, I knew it from the start
So drop shells and empty out the chamber
Make sure it's in one ear and out the other
Burns me to think on this infernal malady
It's poor soil that's built up this turmoil
But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm
Such recoil from all of this turmoil
But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm
Sometimes we cling to things that make us bleed
We'd rather take the heat, than face unknown peace
Acceptance of what is, the hindrance of your French kiss
That makes up for the way we speak, it makes up for everything
As civic as it plays, we're renegade blue jays, an unrelenting phase
The love that we've made, the turn of your fan blade
It makes up for everything
We're still out of our minds, we're still uptight, manic & falling behind
Your tongue loves tearing me apart
It's a loaded gun, I knew it from the start
So drop shells and empty out the chamber
Make sure it's in one ear and out the other
Burns me to think on this infernal malady
It's poor soil that's built up this turmoil
But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm
Such recoil from all of this turmoil
But I've got mine and you've got your crazy eights to keep the bed warm
Sometimes we cling to things that make us bleed
We'd rather take the heat, than face unknown peace
Acceptance of what is, the hindrance of your French kiss
That makes up for the way we speak, it makes up for everything
As civic as it plays, we're renegade blue jays, an unrelenting phase
The love that we've made, the turn of your fan blade
It makes up for everything
Writer: Darren Young
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music