Dan Bull - Cat's Eyes lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Cat's Eyes lyrics]
I know how it feels to
Be abandoned on the street
That sinking feeling being stranded
In the deep
We've reached rock bottom hit little
But cold concrete
We'll roam around this stone savannah
- anxious souls can't sleep
Nevertheless, I'm living life like a lioness
Lying in hiding 'till the time is right
You might read it as idleness
This isn't nihilistic violence
It's kill or die, no pillow
Fights though feather's fly
There's no denying this
Stray little kitty wandering on the street
This place isn't pretty, but it belongs to me
I stay busy - constantly watching
I see so many things nobody wants to see
Looking at lifе through the cat's eyes
Looking at lifе
Through the cat's eyes, cat's eyes
Cat's eyes
I know how it feels to
Be abandoned on the street any time I fall
Though I'll be landing on my feet
Dancing on the beat - I never miss a step
And when I hiss - it isn't disrespect
It just means I'm a bit suspect
Come at existence like a scientist
I try and fit the
Different pieces - interweave
Them 'till I finally find a fix
But don't confuse my cold
Aloof quite attitude for shyness
This happens - if you live a
Life categorised as high risk
Stray little kitty wandering on the street
This place isn't pretty, but it belongs to me
I stay busy - constantly watching
I see so many things nobody wants to see
Looking at life through the cat's eyes
Looking at life
Through the cat's eyes, cat's eyes
Cat's eyes
I know how it feels to
Be abandoned on the street
Hanging on for dear life is standard for me
I see in the dark through neon and sparks
And what you say's decay -
I call surrealist art
A real fine line between a
Feline and a fearless heart, i feel it start
Scratch the veneer - reveal
The stuff concealed inside
I claimed these streets and made them mine
But they could take me any time
From day to night - a dangerous life
But I ain't the type to stay inside
Stray little kitty wandering on the street
This place isn't pretty, but it belongs to me
I stay busy - constantly watching
I see so many things nobody wants to see
Looking at life through the cat's eyes
Looking at life
Through the cat's eyes, cat's eyes
Cat's eyes
Be abandoned on the street
That sinking feeling being stranded
In the deep
We've reached rock bottom hit little
But cold concrete
We'll roam around this stone savannah
- anxious souls can't sleep
Nevertheless, I'm living life like a lioness
Lying in hiding 'till the time is right
You might read it as idleness
This isn't nihilistic violence
It's kill or die, no pillow
Fights though feather's fly
There's no denying this
Stray little kitty wandering on the street
This place isn't pretty, but it belongs to me
I stay busy - constantly watching
I see so many things nobody wants to see
Looking at lifе through the cat's eyes
Looking at lifе
Through the cat's eyes, cat's eyes
Cat's eyes
I know how it feels to
Be abandoned on the street any time I fall
Though I'll be landing on my feet
Dancing on the beat - I never miss a step
And when I hiss - it isn't disrespect
It just means I'm a bit suspect
Come at existence like a scientist
I try and fit the
Different pieces - interweave
Them 'till I finally find a fix
But don't confuse my cold
Aloof quite attitude for shyness
This happens - if you live a
Life categorised as high risk
Stray little kitty wandering on the street
This place isn't pretty, but it belongs to me
I stay busy - constantly watching
I see so many things nobody wants to see
Looking at life through the cat's eyes
Looking at life
Through the cat's eyes, cat's eyes
Cat's eyes
I know how it feels to
Be abandoned on the street
Hanging on for dear life is standard for me
I see in the dark through neon and sparks
And what you say's decay -
I call surrealist art
A real fine line between a
Feline and a fearless heart, i feel it start
Scratch the veneer - reveal
The stuff concealed inside
I claimed these streets and made them mine
But they could take me any time
From day to night - a dangerous life
But I ain't the type to stay inside
Stray little kitty wandering on the street
This place isn't pretty, but it belongs to me
I stay busy - constantly watching
I see so many things nobody wants to see
Looking at life through the cat's eyes
Looking at life
Through the cat's eyes, cat's eyes
Cat's eyes