Wilco - Standing O lyrics
[Wilco - Standing O lyrics]
How can you tell you're under a spell
You're compromised you're miles away, slow
How can you know when you're aiming low
There's nothing in your heart
Don't feel it in your soul no standing O O O
Maybe you've noticed I'm ashamed
Of anything that I've done
Maybe you've noticed I'm not the same
As almost anyone
Why can't you see you look funny to me
You trip and fall i catch it all
How can you know when you're aiming low
You're curling up, you're crawling now
No standing O O O
Maybe you're saying no this time
Dance right around my bones
It's okay, I'll be fine
I won't follow you home
Instead I turn my mood on a dime
I'm finally off of my back
I come from a long, long line
I mope and I cry and attack, ow ow
How can you tell you're under my spell
You're compromised, you're miles away
No standing O O O
Maybe you've noticed I'm not afraid
Of everything that I've done
Maybe you've noticed I'm not the same
As almost anyone
Instead turn my mood on a dime
I'm finally off of my back
I come from a long, long line
I mope and I cry and attack
How can you tell how can you tell
You're compromised you're miles away, slow
How can you know when you're aiming low
There's nothing in your heart
Don't feel it in your soul no standing O O O
Maybe you've noticed I'm ashamed
Of anything that I've done
Maybe you've noticed I'm not the same
As almost anyone
Why can't you see you look funny to me
You trip and fall i catch it all
How can you know when you're aiming low
You're curling up, you're crawling now
No standing O O O
Maybe you're saying no this time
Dance right around my bones
It's okay, I'll be fine
I won't follow you home
Instead I turn my mood on a dime
I'm finally off of my back
I come from a long, long line
I mope and I cry and attack, ow ow
How can you tell you're under my spell
You're compromised, you're miles away
No standing O O O
Maybe you've noticed I'm not afraid
Of everything that I've done
Maybe you've noticed I'm not the same
As almost anyone
Instead turn my mood on a dime
I'm finally off of my back
I come from a long, long line
I mope and I cry and attack
How can you tell how can you tell