I don't want to peel my face off of Sunday morning floors
Nor sit head in hands deathly bored
I'm always searching in between myself now and who i've been
For that idealistic place, time, thought-process best for me
Your day to day dumbs you down
Your tired head numbs you out into the same old haze
You've said it all before that you'll never come around
But you'll always come around
You're haunted by the same old things
Bottled up penance and bribery
Living through the soon-former unrelenting dream
Of yellow stains in place of veins
Your skin recedes and falls away
Lying paralysed, bed bound to the sound of giving up your name
Bedbound by Summer - Sunday Morning Floors Lyrics
Bedbound by Summer - Sunday Morning Floors Lyrics
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I don't want to peel my face off of Sunday morning floors
Nor sit head in hands deathly bored
I'm always searching in between myself now and who i've been
For that idealistic place, time, thought-process best for me
Your day to day dumbs you down
Your tired head numbs you out into the same old haze
You've said it all before that you'll never come around
But you'll always come around
You're haunted by the same old things
Bottled up penance and bribery
Living through the soon-former unrelenting dream
Of yellow stains in place of veins
Your skin recedes and falls away
Lying paralysed, bed bound to the sound of giving up your name
Nor sit head in hands deathly bored
I'm always searching in between myself now and who i've been
For that idealistic place, time, thought-process best for me
Your day to day dumbs you down
Your tired head numbs you out into the same old haze
You've said it all before that you'll never come around
But you'll always come around
You're haunted by the same old things
Bottled up penance and bribery
Living through the soon-former unrelenting dream
Of yellow stains in place of veins
Your skin recedes and falls away
Lying paralysed, bed bound to the sound of giving up your name
Writer: Liam Marsh
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