The weekend ends
Put on a face
Changing location
Staying in place
Pretend
The embrace of the lace
Isn't stopping the blood from flowing away
שוטף
מנקה
אבל משאיר רטוב
אם יבש מה יחשבו
Its too good to be true
Oh a cog
In the machine
Not much in the grander scheme
What I need to be is seen
Not as a number on a screen
Out of context
Your eyes glow but you'll never hold them
Dark brown of your pupils gone left
I find grace in the lack of talkin
Stop talking
This shade of green
Loudly speaks
Way less bleak
Weightless, free
This shade of green
Loudly speaks
Way less bleak
Weightless, free
Your frown speaks
Of your god given family
Wine glasses on the table clink
Contact with your eyes now please
Thought it would fill me up
Sunbathed stargazed
Kitch psychedelia
Embarking at arms length
I'm breaking my nails on the
Surface its something
I'm sick of my words they're
Disheartened garbage
Fishi - #7d7325 (Out Of Context) Lyrics
Fishi - #7d7325 (Out Of Context) Lyrics
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English
The weekend ends
Put on a face
Changing location
Staying in place
Pretend
The embrace of the lace
Isn't stopping the blood from flowing away
שוטף
מנקה
אבל משאיר רטוב
אם יבש מה יחשבו
Its too good to be true
Oh a cog
In the machine
Not much in the grander scheme
What I need to be is seen
Not as a number on a screen
Out of context
Your eyes glow but you'll never hold them
Dark brown of your pupils gone left
I find grace in the lack of talkin
Stop talking
This shade of green
Loudly speaks
Way less bleak
Weightless, free
This shade of green
Loudly speaks
Way less bleak
Weightless, free
Your frown speaks
Of your god given family
Wine glasses on the table clink
Contact with your eyes now please
Thought it would fill me up
Sunbathed stargazed
Kitch psychedelia
Embarking at arms length
I'm breaking my nails on the
Surface its something
I'm sick of my words they're
Disheartened garbage
Put on a face
Changing location
Staying in place
Pretend
The embrace of the lace
Isn't stopping the blood from flowing away
שוטף
מנקה
אבל משאיר רטוב
אם יבש מה יחשבו
Its too good to be true
Oh a cog
In the machine
Not much in the grander scheme
What I need to be is seen
Not as a number on a screen
Out of context
Your eyes glow but you'll never hold them
Dark brown of your pupils gone left
I find grace in the lack of talkin
Stop talking
This shade of green
Loudly speaks
Way less bleak
Weightless, free
This shade of green
Loudly speaks
Way less bleak
Weightless, free
Your frown speaks
Of your god given family
Wine glasses on the table clink
Contact with your eyes now please
Thought it would fill me up
Sunbathed stargazed
Kitch psychedelia
Embarking at arms length
I'm breaking my nails on the
Surface its something
I'm sick of my words they're
Disheartened garbage
Writer: Yair Fishman
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