Surely dreams can be better
Run it through my hardware
Feeling out of place but mellow
The warmth of the tape hiss
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
Elevated talk, couple bones between my lips
Bubbles in my brain stuck like cement
But everybody dies in the end
Flying like a jet plane underneath another place
I didn't really like you anyways
You got a needle your arm now
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
I didn't really like you anyways
You got a needle in your arm now
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
Bubbles in my brain stuck like cement
But everybody dies in the end
Owen Ardell - Sunbeam Lyrics
Owen Ardell - Sunbeam Lyrics
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Surely dreams can be better
Run it through my hardware
Feeling out of place but mellow
The warmth of the tape hiss
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
Elevated talk, couple bones between my lips
Bubbles in my brain stuck like cement
But everybody dies in the end
Flying like a jet plane underneath another place
I didn't really like you anyways
You got a needle your arm now
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
I didn't really like you anyways
You got a needle in your arm now
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
Bubbles in my brain stuck like cement
But everybody dies in the end
Run it through my hardware
Feeling out of place but mellow
The warmth of the tape hiss
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
Elevated talk, couple bones between my lips
Bubbles in my brain stuck like cement
But everybody dies in the end
Flying like a jet plane underneath another place
I didn't really like you anyways
You got a needle your arm now
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
I didn't really like you anyways
You got a needle in your arm now
Feeling like a sunbeam cutting through a living room
Bubbles in my brain stuck like cement
But everybody dies in the end
Writer: Owen Ardell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid