I've started sleep-walking
I've started changing, started thanking cash machines
I've started watching Emmerdale
My mother and father are pretty worried, but I'm alright
Although sometimes it makes me cry
When I can't tell if someone's beautiful or not
Listen honey, I rely on the material things and labels to survive
It's the little things in life that pick you up and put you down
The tiny bones in the area of articulation in the lower jaw
The connections between systems
As graceful as a quenched thirst, as necessary as a dying fall
But still I trawl through muddy banks to isolate the thing I love
From spit-balls, nails, and hair, and used condoms
Floating down the ship canal
Until I realise they are in my bed as well
Articulation: the state of being jointed
Like a lorry on a motorway, an old friend with a place to stay
I made my bed, I played the game, I hold my hands up to you
Well do you think this is really all we have?
Or is there more?
Articulation Video (MV)
Performed By: Rhode Island
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Dave Brown, Jeff Johns, Will Turner
Rhode Island - Articulation Lyrics
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English
I've started sleep-walking
I've started changing, started thanking cash machines
I've started watching Emmerdale
My mother and father are pretty worried, but I'm alright
Although sometimes it makes me cry
When I can't tell if someone's beautiful or not
Listen honey, I rely on the material things and labels to survive
It's the little things in life that pick you up and put you down
The tiny bones in the area of articulation in the lower jaw
The connections between systems
As graceful as a quenched thirst, as necessary as a dying fall
But still I trawl through muddy banks to isolate the thing I love
From spit-balls, nails, and hair, and used condoms
Floating down the ship canal
Until I realise they are in my bed as well
Articulation: the state of being jointed
Like a lorry on a motorway, an old friend with a place to stay
I made my bed, I played the game, I hold my hands up to you
Well do you think this is really all we have?
Or is there more?
I've started changing, started thanking cash machines
I've started watching Emmerdale
My mother and father are pretty worried, but I'm alright
Although sometimes it makes me cry
When I can't tell if someone's beautiful or not
Listen honey, I rely on the material things and labels to survive
It's the little things in life that pick you up and put you down
The tiny bones in the area of articulation in the lower jaw
The connections between systems
As graceful as a quenched thirst, as necessary as a dying fall
But still I trawl through muddy banks to isolate the thing I love
From spit-balls, nails, and hair, and used condoms
Floating down the ship canal
Until I realise they are in my bed as well
Articulation: the state of being jointed
Like a lorry on a motorway, an old friend with a place to stay
I made my bed, I played the game, I hold my hands up to you
Well do you think this is really all we have?
Or is there more?
Writer: Dave Brown, Jeff Johns, Will Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid