Doomtree, Dessa - Sadie Hawkins lyrics
[Doomtree, Dessa - Sadie Hawkins lyrics]
Let's douse the fire with our sweat
Don't get tired on me yet
You can rest when you're dead
All hands to the deck
Let's make this send-off go correct
Toast to the end of the world
Like it's supposed to be seen
Not for sure, so
Kiss the bottle, spin the girl, I forgot
But reconfirmed that life can be fine
If you make it sacred
Take a turn, son maybe it’s a sermon
A prayer a folded note beneath my chair
But, you ready to go? Never
Gonna know from over there
I'm sick of the sound of my voice
Kickin' around with this noise when
One of the boys said
"I don't know what you've got
But baby it looks bad
I don't know what you've got
But baby it looks bad"
If there's a damsel in this dress
She's too far gone to save, out of time
And it don't get better, baby
You can't talk me down from this decline
You haven't got a chance
But, you can ask me to dance
But, you can ask me to dance
But, you can ask me to, ask me to dance
But, you can ask me to dance
I need a drink, a doctor, a DJ
A shrink, a locksmith, a replay
To clean it up, seven-second delay
Or I'll never get any radio play
Like pass on the right in a shift-stick
Pass you a mic for the lipstick
Flash you a smile 'fore I rip this business
So killers, hope you've got other interests
Hold hands, 'til the ship goes down
Slow dance, 'til the band gets drowned
Romance, had it in the past
But, I couldn't make it last
So you better check lost and found
I've been here before
I know where it goes it goes down
So lost: my mind, my faith
Found my voice, my way
Lost some friends, some fights
Found that that's alright
Cause a little bit of melancholy
Never really did hurt anybody
Even if it is a sickness
I'm oddly convinced at least it's honest
When life gets so tragicomic
A mattress with no sheets on it
The fact is you have it
The task is to want it i've been here before
I don't know what you've got
I know where it goes it looks bad
Don't get tired on me yet
You can rest when you're dead
All hands to the deck
Let's make this send-off go correct
Toast to the end of the world
Like it's supposed to be seen
Not for sure, so
Kiss the bottle, spin the girl, I forgot
But reconfirmed that life can be fine
If you make it sacred
Take a turn, son maybe it’s a sermon
A prayer a folded note beneath my chair
But, you ready to go? Never
Gonna know from over there
I'm sick of the sound of my voice
Kickin' around with this noise when
One of the boys said
"I don't know what you've got
But baby it looks bad
I don't know what you've got
But baby it looks bad"
If there's a damsel in this dress
She's too far gone to save, out of time
And it don't get better, baby
You can't talk me down from this decline
You haven't got a chance
But, you can ask me to dance
But, you can ask me to dance
But, you can ask me to, ask me to dance
But, you can ask me to dance
I need a drink, a doctor, a DJ
A shrink, a locksmith, a replay
To clean it up, seven-second delay
Or I'll never get any radio play
Like pass on the right in a shift-stick
Pass you a mic for the lipstick
Flash you a smile 'fore I rip this business
So killers, hope you've got other interests
Hold hands, 'til the ship goes down
Slow dance, 'til the band gets drowned
Romance, had it in the past
But, I couldn't make it last
So you better check lost and found
I've been here before
I know where it goes it goes down
So lost: my mind, my faith
Found my voice, my way
Lost some friends, some fights
Found that that's alright
Cause a little bit of melancholy
Never really did hurt anybody
Even if it is a sickness
I'm oddly convinced at least it's honest
When life gets so tragicomic
A mattress with no sheets on it
The fact is you have it
The task is to want it i've been here before
I don't know what you've got
I know where it goes it looks bad