Everybody sits in lobbies
Feels so fully I'm so fally
Catch me crashing through the glass were moving faster than the past could
Ever haunt me oh are we
Some kind of zombie
Give me flesh then smell my breath oo I need that ego death more than my phone
My phones tellin me all I see is like
A British assembly man
Stonehenge mountain top
Cauliflower can
Castles in a line
So much is speeding on by
So much reading oh my
Misleading your mind
And stretching my eyes closed
And now its so fragile to the touch
All that you hold
The wind could blow
Could blow
Thoughts are forming
Brains are storming
Cloudy warnings tonight
I know
A sunny morning
You look so lovely
Would you like to take a scroll inside
What a show
Time well wasted
Frowning Faces
Everywhere you go
But it's cool
Satellite Pilot - The Other One Lyrics
Satellite Pilot - The Other One Lyrics
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Everybody sits in lobbies
Feels so fully I'm so fally
Catch me crashing through the glass were moving faster than the past could
Ever haunt me oh are we
Some kind of zombie
Give me flesh then smell my breath oo I need that ego death more than my phone
My phones tellin me all I see is like
A British assembly man
Stonehenge mountain top
Cauliflower can
Castles in a line
So much is speeding on by
So much reading oh my
Misleading your mind
And stretching my eyes closed
And now its so fragile to the touch
All that you hold
The wind could blow
Could blow
Thoughts are forming
Brains are storming
Cloudy warnings tonight
I know
A sunny morning
You look so lovely
Would you like to take a scroll inside
What a show
Time well wasted
Frowning Faces
Everywhere you go
But it's cool
Feels so fully I'm so fally
Catch me crashing through the glass were moving faster than the past could
Ever haunt me oh are we
Some kind of zombie
Give me flesh then smell my breath oo I need that ego death more than my phone
My phones tellin me all I see is like
A British assembly man
Stonehenge mountain top
Cauliflower can
Castles in a line
So much is speeding on by
So much reading oh my
Misleading your mind
And stretching my eyes closed
And now its so fragile to the touch
All that you hold
The wind could blow
Could blow
Thoughts are forming
Brains are storming
Cloudy warnings tonight
I know
A sunny morning
You look so lovely
Would you like to take a scroll inside
What a show
Time well wasted
Frowning Faces
Everywhere you go
But it's cool
Writer: Alex Moore
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid