I Still Feel Everything
Come lie down, or sit up, just say anything.
We are a mess, but we're tired and it's beautiful.
So I'll raise my hands, for a cease fire or surrender at best.
You don't need to raise your voice.
I'm soft spoken but I'm listening.
We never spoke of who went wrong,
But you could always feel those weighted eyes.
I'm half convinced we both fell short,
But I fell a little harder than you.
Like an apparition, void of reason, falls with the weight of dawn,
So I am slave to your spirit's hands.
With the flick of the wrist, my words contort and twist,
A spell to lead you back, is cast upon your ghost.
We never spoke of who left whom,
But you could always feel those accusing eyes.
I'm half convinced we both lost touch,
But I still feel everything.
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English
I Still Feel Everything
Come lie down, or sit up, just say anything.
We are a mess, but we're tired and it's beautiful.
So I'll raise my hands, for a cease fire or surrender at best.
You don't need to raise your voice.
I'm soft spoken but I'm listening.
We never spoke of who went wrong,
But you could always feel those weighted eyes.
I'm half convinced we both fell short,
But I fell a little harder than you.
Like an apparition, void of reason, falls with the weight of dawn,
So I am slave to your spirit's hands.
With the flick of the wrist, my words contort and twist,
A spell to lead you back, is cast upon your ghost.
We never spoke of who left whom,
But you could always feel those accusing eyes.
I'm half convinced we both lost touch,
But I still feel everything.
Come lie down, or sit up, just say anything.
We are a mess, but we're tired and it's beautiful.
So I'll raise my hands, for a cease fire or surrender at best.
You don't need to raise your voice.
I'm soft spoken but I'm listening.
We never spoke of who went wrong,
But you could always feel those weighted eyes.
I'm half convinced we both fell short,
But I fell a little harder than you.
Like an apparition, void of reason, falls with the weight of dawn,
So I am slave to your spirit's hands.
With the flick of the wrist, my words contort and twist,
A spell to lead you back, is cast upon your ghost.
We never spoke of who left whom,
But you could always feel those accusing eyes.
I'm half convinced we both lost touch,
But I still feel everything.
Writer: Adam Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm