Bombay Bicycle Club Everything Else Has Gone Wrong
Aching for a word and the words are not coming
I can paint it with a speech bubble
Sing a motif, rub it into my teeth
Glisten white, eyes shut
And my tongue starred wrong
But I'm listening right
Well, come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung
Come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Keep the stereo on
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Aching for a word, I can feel my mind running
I can chase it till I'm seeing blood
Dark, red coat on the side of my throat
When you heard each sound
Did you swallow it down
Tasting every word?
Then come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Where the cords and the notes are the only thing sung
Come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Keep the stereo on
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
I guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
I guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
I guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
I guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found some hope again
And yes, I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found some hope again
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found some hope again
