More songs by Hot Mulligan
Description
Producer, Mixer: Brett Romnes
Composer Lyricist: Chris Freeman
Composer Lyricist: Jonah Kramer
Composer Lyricist: Tades Sanville
Composer Lyricist: Ryan Malicsi
Composer Lyricist: Brandon Blakeley
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tighten your grip, just hold my fingers and sit for a moment.
I don't remember the talk, but I couldn't balance when we walked.
I was begging for help as if it's somebody else's problem.
Memory's incomplete. Recall the way you looked at me.
One doesn't work turns to eight on the hotel floor.
Falling over, I used to relax but it doesn't feel good anymore.
Being sober's just terrifying, crawling out of my skin, can't recognize where the problem begins when one doesn't work turns to eight on the hotel floor.
The car I didn't make the cut. Some suggestion of movement under my seat.
Only proof is I woke up displaced from where I thought I would be. Where I would be.
One doesn't work turns to eight on the hotel floor.
Falling over, I used to relax but it doesn't feel good anymore.
Being sober's just terrifying, crawling out of my skin, can't recognize where the problem begins when one doesn't work turns to eight on the hotel floor. So many mistakes I can't face from the night before.
Waiting to taste but not waiting to think anymore.
Comes to me like I'm trying to remember a dream.
Arbor carpets, the sound of abandoned machines. Decorate with burning shadows.
Stop a laugh with stares like I'm new on my team.
Feed the mouth with thirsty swallows. Time I couldn't recount like a sleeping angel.
Watch while it lets me offend all the people I love.
Shamed every day, I don't know some new evil I've done.
One doesn't work turns to eight on the hotel floor.
Falling over, I used to relax but it doesn't feel good anymore.
Being sober's just terrifying, crawling out of my skin, can't recognize where the problem begins when one doesn't work turns to eight on the hotel floor.
So many mistakes I can't face from the night before. Waiting to taste but not waiting to think anymore.
Decorate with burning shadows. Comes to me like I'm trying to remember a dream.
Feed the people with thirsty swallows. Arbor carpets, the sound of abandoned machines.
Decorate with burning shadows. Stop a laugh with stares like I'm new on my team.
Feed the mouth with thirsty swallows. Time I couldn't recount catching up with me.