The Correspondents - Inexplicable Lyrics

Lyrics Inexplicable - The Correspondents



Inexplicably high, inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don′t know where to go
And all the while it seems that I'm living in my dreams
Not in the now, no, not in the now
When I was four I raised my finger to a moving car
It crashed so I assumed I had a superpower
I didn′t raise that finger until I was nine
When a schoolboy attacked for the 25th time
Down I went, my index still up
So convinced that he would just drop
Powerless to make it stop
Powerless to make it stop
Inexplicably high, inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don't know where to go
And all the while it seems that I'm living in my dreams
Not in the now, no, not in the now
At nineteen, I still just about believed in God
I guess that I was pretty late to shake it off
Faulty magic whispered to the man who could mend
I tricked myself in thinking he could cure my best friend
Two weeks in, his insides gave up
If drugs can′t help, why would words bring him luck?
Powerless to make it stop
Powerless to make it stop
Inexplicably high, inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don′t know where to go
And all the while it seems that I'm living in my dreams
Not in the now, no, not in the now
Now my hands are pulling at the donkey′s reins
I feel I've gone the wrong route down a dusty lane
The grass could have been greener down the first road I took
I′d give half my happiness just for one look
My lust to win is eating me up
The game I can't win up against my own clock
Powerless to make it stop
Powerless to make it stop
Inexplicably high, inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don′t know where to go
And all the while it seems that I'm living in my dreams
Not in the now, no, not in the now
Inexplicably high, inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don't know where to go
And all the while it seems that I′m living in my dreams
Not in the now, no, not in the now
Inexplicably high, inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don′t know where to go
And all the while it seems that I'm living in my dreams
Not in the now, no, not in the now



Writer(s): Tim Cole


The Correspondents - Inexpicable
Album Inexpicable
date of release
05-08-2016




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