Cursive - Warmer, Warmer lyrics
[Cursive - Warmer, Warmer lyrics]
From behind the walls
Pollock cautiously observes
You're blowing through the home
Like a hurricane
Shooting through the rooms like
A bullet train
Oh, no looking for what you shouldn't
You're going to wish you didn't
You can find pleasure in the crux of pain
It seems you've find a way to
Dance on your own grave
You're digging deeper when you say:
Come out, come out
I heard such shouting from the wings
I know you're up there
Lurking watching
We could play a game of hot and cold
Your fingers nearly froze looking
Through those old photos
It ain't a memory you're seeking
It's more like a feeling
Inspiration's a funny thing
The more the mind wilts
The more of a wellspring
You're getting warmer when you sing:
Come out, come out
Don't be so proud, so obstinate
I know you're up there out, come out
Before I doubt your existence
You must be somewhere
Out, come out
Unveil this shroud wherever you are
Whoever you are
Or should I say "whatever you are"
I am, you are, oh oh, oh oh
I AM! I AM!
Cassius ascends the attic staircase
Timidly pollock rises behind
The walls and assumes a new vantage point
Watching through various peepholes
Warmer, warmer, house on fire
Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire
Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer's wife
Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife
Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig
Warmer, warmer, let me in
Warmer, warmer! You're getting hot
Warmer, warmer! You're burning up
Warmer, warmer, or have you had enough?
Pollock cautiously observes
You're blowing through the home
Like a hurricane
Shooting through the rooms like
A bullet train
Oh, no looking for what you shouldn't
You're going to wish you didn't
You can find pleasure in the crux of pain
It seems you've find a way to
Dance on your own grave
You're digging deeper when you say:
Come out, come out
I heard such shouting from the wings
I know you're up there
Lurking watching
We could play a game of hot and cold
Your fingers nearly froze looking
Through those old photos
It ain't a memory you're seeking
It's more like a feeling
Inspiration's a funny thing
The more the mind wilts
The more of a wellspring
You're getting warmer when you sing:
Come out, come out
Don't be so proud, so obstinate
I know you're up there out, come out
Before I doubt your existence
You must be somewhere
Out, come out
Unveil this shroud wherever you are
Whoever you are
Or should I say "whatever you are"
I am, you are, oh oh, oh oh
I AM! I AM!
Cassius ascends the attic staircase
Timidly pollock rises behind
The walls and assumes a new vantage point
Watching through various peepholes
Warmer, warmer, house on fire
Warmer, warmer, cut the telephone wire
Warmer, warmer, cried the farmer's wife
Warmer, warmer, with a carving knife
Warmer, warmer, squealed the little pig
Warmer, warmer, let me in
Warmer, warmer! You're getting hot
Warmer, warmer! You're burning up
Warmer, warmer, or have you had enough?