WHY? - Speech Bubbles lyrics
[WHY? - Speech Bubbles lyrics]
Rain is millions of tiny
Speech bubbles unused
The collected breaths of mutes
And all our silent exhalations
Where we should've put words
Or words we had no one to tell
Emptied from clouds like clearing
Horns spit valves coming back to us now
To remind us what we meant to say
Or that we meant to say something
Coming down and dying in one giant quiet
On the streets and cars
Nuzzled like jewels in girls' hair
On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket
And on my glasses and feet
Cut 'em deep and weep out loud
Just dust and just a hair in your mouth
You drink and think you're
Tonguin' something to shout
But, it's just dust and just
A hair in your mouth
And now these empty breaths reflect
The feedback of headlights
Push leaves and coffee cups
To lower altitudes and gutters
Rain is confession weather
And we become booths of prayer if we let us
And now these empty breaths reflect
The feedback of headlights
Push leaves and coffee cups
To lower altitudes and gutters
Rain is confession weather
And we become booths of prayer if we let us
Speech bubbles unused
The collected breaths of mutes
And all our silent exhalations
Where we should've put words
Or words we had no one to tell
Emptied from clouds like clearing
Horns spit valves coming back to us now
To remind us what we meant to say
Or that we meant to say something
Coming down and dying in one giant quiet
On the streets and cars
Nuzzled like jewels in girls' hair
On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket
And on my glasses and feet
Cut 'em deep and weep out loud
Just dust and just a hair in your mouth
You drink and think you're
Tonguin' something to shout
But, it's just dust and just
A hair in your mouth
And now these empty breaths reflect
The feedback of headlights
Push leaves and coffee cups
To lower altitudes and gutters
Rain is confession weather
And we become booths of prayer if we let us
And now these empty breaths reflect
The feedback of headlights
Push leaves and coffee cups
To lower altitudes and gutters
Rain is confession weather
And we become booths of prayer if we let us