Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss lyrics
[Thursday - Telegraph Avenue Kiss lyrics]
She's the song that you tried to sing
And the note that you couldn't hit
So you locked her up in a music box
Turned the key on all of us
She spins silver strings in the dark
With metal teeth that ring in her heart
When the cover drops the world just fades
Away, away, away from her
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say it:
K-IS-S, I'm in distress
I need someone to spell it out:
(You know our love's not unconditional)
A book of matches and a cigarette
A love note that you never sent
You can fold it up but you won't forget
You can strike a match but
It still might not light
Now I'm the one that's stuck inside
The silver cage, the bird that can't fly away
Clip it's wings if it sings of the
Way, the way, the way that it hurt
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say it:
K-IS-S, I'm in distress
I need someone to spell it out
(You know our love's not unconditional)
These words mean nothing but this
K-IS-S, signals distress
There's nothing left to talk about
(You know our love's not unconditional)
Low F-ID-E-L-I T-Y
(Why) do all love songs turn out this way?
Can't you hear me when I say:
You're in my heart, in my hands
'Round my neck
(You're in my heart, in my hands)
We move like a carousel
Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes
('Round my neck) it's time to let this go
Can't stop spinning
(You're in my heart, in my hands)
Around, around, around, around
Around, around
Around, around, around, around, around
('Round my neck)
(You're in my heart, in my hands)
K-IS-S, I'm in distress
I need someone to spell it out
(You know our love's not unconditional)
('Round my neck)
These words mean nothing to me now
And the note that you couldn't hit
So you locked her up in a music box
Turned the key on all of us
She spins silver strings in the dark
With metal teeth that ring in her heart
When the cover drops the world just fades
Away, away, away from her
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say it:
K-IS-S, I'm in distress
I need someone to spell it out:
(You know our love's not unconditional)
A book of matches and a cigarette
A love note that you never sent
You can fold it up but you won't forget
You can strike a match but
It still might not light
Now I'm the one that's stuck inside
The silver cage, the bird that can't fly away
Clip it's wings if it sings of the
Way, the way, the way that it hurt
Waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say it:
K-IS-S, I'm in distress
I need someone to spell it out
(You know our love's not unconditional)
These words mean nothing but this
K-IS-S, signals distress
There's nothing left to talk about
(You know our love's not unconditional)
Low F-ID-E-L-I T-Y
(Why) do all love songs turn out this way?
Can't you hear me when I say:
You're in my heart, in my hands
'Round my neck
(You're in my heart, in my hands)
We move like a carousel
Streak lights and mirrors fill our eyes
('Round my neck) it's time to let this go
Can't stop spinning
(You're in my heart, in my hands)
Around, around, around, around
Around, around
Around, around, around, around, around
('Round my neck)
(You're in my heart, in my hands)
K-IS-S, I'm in distress
I need someone to spell it out
(You know our love's not unconditional)
('Round my neck)
These words mean nothing to me now