The Microphones - Sand (Eric’s Trip) lyrics
[The Microphones - Sand Eric’s Trip lyrics]
I'd like to believe
In one thing that you say to me
Would you like to leave? When I try to talk
It all just turns out to be
Turn on the stove in the little tiny rooms
That our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine
I'd like to understand
What you think about why it seems so bad
It's only escape from everything
I know I'm weak I know that I'm sad
Turn on the stove in the little tiny rooms
That our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine sand
In one thing that you say to me
Would you like to leave? When I try to talk
It all just turns out to be
Turn on the stove in the little tiny rooms
That our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine
I'd like to understand
What you think about why it seems so bad
It's only escape from everything
I know I'm weak I know that I'm sad
Turn on the stove in the little tiny rooms
That our friend calls a home
My head fills with heat
From the knife in your hand to mine sand