Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
I'm a freeloader, I'm feeling out my sins.
Like a fox with a bag of fleas, not new tricks.
When all the boys are monotone, the microphone is broken.
Lying in the bluebells, not everything is shit.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Cos its wild and I'm mild and I'm left in the cold.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Talk Show - Small Blue World Lyrics
Talk Show - Small Blue World Lyrics
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English
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
I'm a freeloader, I'm feeling out my sins.
Like a fox with a bag of fleas, not new tricks.
When all the boys are monotone, the microphone is broken.
Lying in the bluebells, not everything is shit.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Cos its wild and I'm mild and I'm left in the cold.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
I'm a freeloader, I'm feeling out my sins.
Like a fox with a bag of fleas, not new tricks.
When all the boys are monotone, the microphone is broken.
Lying in the bluebells, not everything is shit.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Lay me down in the dirt, and you can get out my head,
Cos its wild and I'm mild and I'm left in the cold.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Stung like a butterfly, with sticky wings,
There's no smoke signals when we're all standing still.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Small blue world,
Tall fascination.
Blonde bombshell, and we're baiting for blood.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me.
I'm calling out,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out,
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Reaching,
I'm reaching out,
Don't call me,
Don't call me now,
I'm reaching,
I'm reaching out.
All of the walls.
Writer: CHLOE MCGREGOR, GEORGE SULLIVAN, HARRISON SWANN, TOM HOLMES
Copyright: Lyrics © Third Side Music Inc., THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Third Side Music Inc., THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
Performed By: Talk Show
Language: English
Length: 4:14
Written by: CHLOE MCGREGOR, GEORGE SULLIVAN, HARRISON SWANN, TOM HOLMES