A room filled with carbon dioxide
A tete-a-tete filled with the tales from the dark side
Hours count in an ashtray
Couldn't really say if the sun has risen yet
The police came and asked if we're alright
F*ck off, she said
Sigur Ros playing on repeat
Puppet shadows dance as we're falling asleep
Outside, everything's broken
Cold War children fill their socks with their tokens
Lest we forget we're going south
True crime binge on the weekends
Barely any time for the people we call friends
No sleep feels like enough sleep
Thinking 'bout change as we're dragging our feet
No one seems to be around town
In our raincoats
In our mourning
In and out of love
Every light show and 808 drop
Bores me to the soul
The spirit asked if we had a light
F*ck off, we said
All eyes on the clown's count down
The Daydream District - Puppet Shadows Lyrics
The Daydream District - Puppet Shadows Lyrics
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A room filled with carbon dioxide
A tete-a-tete filled with the tales from the dark side
Hours count in an ashtray
Couldn't really say if the sun has risen yet
The police came and asked if we're alright
F*ck off, she said
Sigur Ros playing on repeat
Puppet shadows dance as we're falling asleep
Outside, everything's broken
Cold War children fill their socks with their tokens
Lest we forget we're going south
True crime binge on the weekends
Barely any time for the people we call friends
No sleep feels like enough sleep
Thinking 'bout change as we're dragging our feet
No one seems to be around town
In our raincoats
In our mourning
In and out of love
Every light show and 808 drop
Bores me to the soul
The spirit asked if we had a light
F*ck off, we said
All eyes on the clown's count down
A tete-a-tete filled with the tales from the dark side
Hours count in an ashtray
Couldn't really say if the sun has risen yet
The police came and asked if we're alright
F*ck off, she said
Sigur Ros playing on repeat
Puppet shadows dance as we're falling asleep
Outside, everything's broken
Cold War children fill their socks with their tokens
Lest we forget we're going south
True crime binge on the weekends
Barely any time for the people we call friends
No sleep feels like enough sleep
Thinking 'bout change as we're dragging our feet
No one seems to be around town
In our raincoats
In our mourning
In and out of love
Every light show and 808 drop
Bores me to the soul
The spirit asked if we had a light
F*ck off, we said
All eyes on the clown's count down
Writer: Thomas Ivey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid