More than half the time
I can stay aligned
Then I recoil
Faster than I'd hoped
Take a step back
You'll pick up my slack
And then you'll know
There's nowhere left to go
Bring back the fighting
Dim down the lighting
We've trained a monster
But we play the part in asking "why us now?"
Every waking hour
You'll sift all the flour
But the dough
I'll knead/need it for my show
Faster than you'd hoped
You'll be heading home
And I'll explode
Into the unknown
Don't pace yourself
The timing's never gonna be right
I'm sad on Saturday again
Is it all because of you, my indulgent expiring placebo?
We're so fun
We're staying fun, fun
We're still fun, fun
We're still fundamentally flawed
We're fun, fun
We're staying fun, fun
We're still fun, fun
We're still functional at least, right?
Renee Goust - Recoil Lyrics
Renee Goust - Recoil Lyrics
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English
More than half the time
I can stay aligned
Then I recoil
Faster than I'd hoped
Take a step back
You'll pick up my slack
And then you'll know
There's nowhere left to go
Bring back the fighting
Dim down the lighting
We've trained a monster
But we play the part in asking "why us now?"
Every waking hour
You'll sift all the flour
But the dough
I'll knead/need it for my show
Faster than you'd hoped
You'll be heading home
And I'll explode
Into the unknown
Don't pace yourself
The timing's never gonna be right
I'm sad on Saturday again
Is it all because of you, my indulgent expiring placebo?
We're so fun
We're staying fun, fun
We're still fun, fun
We're still fundamentally flawed
We're fun, fun
We're staying fun, fun
We're still fun, fun
We're still functional at least, right?
I can stay aligned
Then I recoil
Faster than I'd hoped
Take a step back
You'll pick up my slack
And then you'll know
There's nowhere left to go
Bring back the fighting
Dim down the lighting
We've trained a monster
But we play the part in asking "why us now?"
Every waking hour
You'll sift all the flour
But the dough
I'll knead/need it for my show
Faster than you'd hoped
You'll be heading home
And I'll explode
Into the unknown
Don't pace yourself
The timing's never gonna be right
I'm sad on Saturday again
Is it all because of you, my indulgent expiring placebo?
We're so fun
We're staying fun, fun
We're still fun, fun
We're still fundamentally flawed
We're fun, fun
We're staying fun, fun
We're still fun, fun
We're still functional at least, right?
Writer: Ilse Herrera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid