Tryna hear you voice inside a
Crowded building and I let the
Words reverb a little in my head, before
I make sense of the insufferable pain
I am breathing in, That I am breathing in
Words in reverse, chorus verse and
It's this curse that haunts my bones
That makes this man feel so alone
That makes this man stand on the ceiling
He's standing on the ceiling
What do you make of this?
What do you make of this?
Power on
My break lights wrong
My feelings gone
My soul undone
Sacrifice the worthless pawn
Break up like the cars break down
Now we know you don't have fun
We've fired, hired, done, get out
And your heart's on your sleeve
Singing 'til the breaklight
Stop the feet that makes the beat
That forces us to down and weep
The workshop want; the window pane
The spotlight with the pouring rain
The streetlight tends to shimmer through
It's casting colours: green and blue
The roofing vent; the revenue
You're biting more that you can chew
Stop the feet that make the beat
That forces us to down and weep
The rubber earth, the window pane
The ceiling, pattering with rain
The money tends to rise up too
The debt inspires me and you
To work until we're old and through
With life at that point, overdue
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The Melancholy Astronomer - Breaklight Lyrics
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Tryna hear you voice inside a
Crowded building and I let the
Words reverb a little in my head, before
I make sense of the insufferable pain
I am breathing in, That I am breathing in
Words in reverse, chorus verse and
It's this curse that haunts my bones
That makes this man feel so alone
That makes this man stand on the ceiling
He's standing on the ceiling
What do you make of this?
What do you make of this?
Power on
My break lights wrong
My feelings gone
My soul undone
Sacrifice the worthless pawn
Break up like the cars break down
Now we know you don't have fun
We've fired, hired, done, get out
And your heart's on your sleeve
Singing 'til the breaklight
Stop the feet that makes the beat
That forces us to down and weep
The workshop want; the window pane
The spotlight with the pouring rain
The streetlight tends to shimmer through
It's casting colours: green and blue
The roofing vent; the revenue
You're biting more that you can chew
Stop the feet that make the beat
That forces us to down and weep
The rubber earth, the window pane
The ceiling, pattering with rain
The money tends to rise up too
The debt inspires me and you
To work until we're old and through
With life at that point, overdue
Crowded building and I let the
Words reverb a little in my head, before
I make sense of the insufferable pain
I am breathing in, That I am breathing in
Words in reverse, chorus verse and
It's this curse that haunts my bones
That makes this man feel so alone
That makes this man stand on the ceiling
He's standing on the ceiling
What do you make of this?
What do you make of this?
Power on
My break lights wrong
My feelings gone
My soul undone
Sacrifice the worthless pawn
Break up like the cars break down
Now we know you don't have fun
We've fired, hired, done, get out
And your heart's on your sleeve
Singing 'til the breaklight
Stop the feet that makes the beat
That forces us to down and weep
The workshop want; the window pane
The spotlight with the pouring rain
The streetlight tends to shimmer through
It's casting colours: green and blue
The roofing vent; the revenue
You're biting more that you can chew
Stop the feet that make the beat
That forces us to down and weep
The rubber earth, the window pane
The ceiling, pattering with rain
The money tends to rise up too
The debt inspires me and you
To work until we're old and through
With life at that point, overdue
Writer: Alex O'Connor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid