Johnny Foreigner - Certain Songs lyrics
Johnny Foreigner [Alexei Berrow, Kelly Southern, Junior Elvis Washington Laidley, Lewes Herriot]
[Johnny Foreigner - Certain Songs lyrics]
When you sleep, we are in your head
Picking memories from the places you regret
Anthems cursed, so when we're dead
Follow the certain songs that
Take her place instead
Certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed
It should break your heart
He still dances with you sometimes
Still throws his arms around you when
Certain songs are playing
How you try to play along
But, your steps are wrong
And all your friends took up
And sat and conversed
While you just blushed and felt the worst
Certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed
They hang out uninvited in
Your head it's nothing to do with conscience
Thinking
You there's who you want slash try to be
And then there's who you really are
And these are the songs
That make the wedge that split's
The two and shows
You the difference they’ll remind
With pin-sharp accuracy, of the
Smell of ex-lovers, the laughter
Of old friends, of lost
Atmospheres and environments and scenery
And pointless detail
And every time you hear them by chance
(and it’s always by chance) it’s
Akin to a needle
Scratching at a part of your
Soul that scientists have
Yet to document there’s nothing
You can do but
Relax get old and build a tolerance
And in a few years' time, when
You’re sitting in a bar or a
Club or around a friend's kitchen, and some
Playlist exposes those hideously
Overfamiliar opening daggers
You’ll be able to quell those emotions within
The briefest of facial tics and no one
Around you need ever know that
Out of all the Postal Service and Notwist
And Owls you listened to that summer
Double Bright Eyes albums
Hole B-side compilations
Repeated plays of "Goodbye Sky Harbor"
You had your worst ever heartbreak to
Fucking "Run" by fucking Snow Patrol
Picking memories from the places you regret
Anthems cursed, so when we're dead
Follow the certain songs that
Take her place instead
Certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed
It should break your heart
He still dances with you sometimes
Still throws his arms around you when
Certain songs are playing
How you try to play along
But, your steps are wrong
And all your friends took up
And sat and conversed
While you just blushed and felt the worst
Certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed
Certain songs are cursed
They hang out uninvited in
Your head it's nothing to do with conscience
Thinking
You there's who you want slash try to be
And then there's who you really are
And these are the songs
That make the wedge that split's
The two and shows
You the difference they’ll remind
With pin-sharp accuracy, of the
Smell of ex-lovers, the laughter
Of old friends, of lost
Atmospheres and environments and scenery
And pointless detail
And every time you hear them by chance
(and it’s always by chance) it’s
Akin to a needle
Scratching at a part of your
Soul that scientists have
Yet to document there’s nothing
You can do but
Relax get old and build a tolerance
And in a few years' time, when
You’re sitting in a bar or a
Club or around a friend's kitchen, and some
Playlist exposes those hideously
Overfamiliar opening daggers
You’ll be able to quell those emotions within
The briefest of facial tics and no one
Around you need ever know that
Out of all the Postal Service and Notwist
And Owls you listened to that summer
Double Bright Eyes albums
Hole B-side compilations
Repeated plays of "Goodbye Sky Harbor"
You had your worst ever heartbreak to
Fucking "Run" by fucking Snow Patrol