Text size:
I was feeliGng nostalgic for the days
when my thoughts dripped on to my headF from thFe ceiling.
I remembCer the feeling of the museless existeGnce.
Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waitingF for someFthing
that I knew Cwasn't coming.
And it seeFms these days I'm captiCve in this borrowed timGe. (x3)
And it seFems these days I'm captive Cin this
I was up Gto my neck in motivation neglect when
I felFt sofFt waves of purpose crashing onto tChe surface.
I was feeliGng nostalgic for the days
when my thoughts dripped on to my headF from thFe ceiling.
I remembCer the feeling
And it seeFms these days I'm captCive in this borrowed time. G (x3)
And it seFems these days I'm captive in tChis
And it seeFms these days I'm captivCe in this borrowed time. G (x3)
And it seFems these days I'm captive in tChis
📱 Compartilhe esta música
💚 Compartilhe com amigos músicos