Glass Animals, Chester Watson - Gooey Rework lyrics
Glass Animals [Dave Bayley, Drew MacFarlane, Edmund Irwin-Singer, Joe Seaward] Oxford, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Glass Animals, Chester Watson - Gooey Rework lyrics]
So I’ve been gazing at the stars for a minute
I never could connect the constellations
But I really liked the way
They all kinda shimmer
City light, pollution’s said to be the fall
Now I'm waiting
In black coals, strips base walls and
The Matrix leaves me an
Enigma, food for thought, i’m the top chef
I did the box, lost profit
Speak to the cosmos before thoughts process
Right my little pooh bear
Wanna take a chance?
Wanna sip the smooth air
Kick it in the sand?
I’ll say I told you so but you just gonna cry
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes
Pray, pray, I can’t, I can’t pray
Pray, pray, peanut butter, I can't pray
(Preach) meaning’s my end language, state
Super beings sign treaties of
The lands and space
See the sharks in the distance
Watch me swim in their direction
Archbishop of the new world
Curled in the mess
Found pearls in the wreckage, pawned 'em
Spawned a thousand ships to arm the armada
Garments, hard posture, slate
Onyx and jade weapons in cold breast plate
Blessed with the crest made of thin gold
Alright, come close
Let me show you everything I know
A jungle slang
Spinning round my head and I stare
My my simple sir, this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place
No I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space
Pray, pray, I can’t, I can’t pray
Pray, pray, peanut butter, I can't pray
My my simple sir, this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place
No I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space
I never could connect the constellations
But I really liked the way
They all kinda shimmer
City light, pollution’s said to be the fall
Now I'm waiting
In black coals, strips base walls and
The Matrix leaves me an
Enigma, food for thought, i’m the top chef
I did the box, lost profit
Speak to the cosmos before thoughts process
Right my little pooh bear
Wanna take a chance?
Wanna sip the smooth air
Kick it in the sand?
I’ll say I told you so but you just gonna cry
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes
Pray, pray, I can’t, I can’t pray
Pray, pray, peanut butter, I can't pray
(Preach) meaning’s my end language, state
Super beings sign treaties of
The lands and space
See the sharks in the distance
Watch me swim in their direction
Archbishop of the new world
Curled in the mess
Found pearls in the wreckage, pawned 'em
Spawned a thousand ships to arm the armada
Garments, hard posture, slate
Onyx and jade weapons in cold breast plate
Blessed with the crest made of thin gold
Alright, come close
Let me show you everything I know
A jungle slang
Spinning round my head and I stare
My my simple sir, this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place
No I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space
Pray, pray, I can’t, I can’t pray
Pray, pray, peanut butter, I can't pray
My my simple sir, this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can’t take this place
No I can’t take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space