The Walkmen - Stop Talking lyrics
[The Walkmen - Stop Talking lyrics]
My hands come together
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots, sarcastic remarks
Come so often they're never sincere
Darker amusement sets in that's the problem
You're saying something and my eyes
Open wider
And we grin and we stare at the floor
Your jokes missed your hands grow to fists
And your lips purse expecting the worst
With every word that's how it started
That's the problem
And after we're done
I can still feel your eyes on my forehead
And after we're done
I can still feel the pain in my free time
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots, sarcastic remarks
Come so often they're never sincere
Darker amusement sets in that's the problem
You're saying something and my eyes
Open wider
And we grin and we stare at the floor
Your jokes missed your hands grow to fists
And your lips purse expecting the worst
With every word that's how it started
That's the problem
And after we're done
I can still feel your eyes on my forehead
And after we're done
I can still feel the pain in my free time