P.S. Eliot - Troubled Medium lyrics
[P.S. Eliot - Troubled Medium lyrics]
Hollowed out between the places to go
There might be something there but
You know I don't know
And I think we both find comfort
In the reckless exterior
Because it's 3 AM again and
We're both still awake
Our senses shut off for simplicity's sake
We both have a way with words but
The silence sounds much better for tonight
I'm sorry for the mess
You see my mind is somewhere else
We revel in obscurity, surmount when we dwell
Now you're making coffee in
An unfamiliar house
Indulge in frailty, looking for a way out
And temperance engulfs your mind every
Time our aversion intertwines
It's early morning and we're both wide awake
Kind of nostalgic but clearly a mistake
We connect through detachment
We prosper in a troubled medium
There might be something there but
You know I don't know
And I think we both find comfort
In the reckless exterior
Because it's 3 AM again and
We're both still awake
Our senses shut off for simplicity's sake
We both have a way with words but
The silence sounds much better for tonight
I'm sorry for the mess
You see my mind is somewhere else
We revel in obscurity, surmount when we dwell
Now you're making coffee in
An unfamiliar house
Indulge in frailty, looking for a way out
And temperance engulfs your mind every
Time our aversion intertwines
It's early morning and we're both wide awake
Kind of nostalgic but clearly a mistake
We connect through detachment
We prosper in a troubled medium
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