paroles de chanson Pushing - Bandit

At the sound of a few words
Stomach rishing inside of her;
Blood rushing to every limb,
Heat emanating from her skin,

But this isn't anger, this is pain,
And it sits on her insides pushing everything.

We go rushing through everything;
Another way of discovering
We're wrong about the world that created us,
And how much is actually worth our trust.

She drowned out the sound with the silence she craved,
But it sits on her insides pushing everything.

Don't mistake it.
Don't mistake it.
Don't mistake

This is your anger, this is your pain.
It sits on your insides pushing everything.
So you drown out the sound with the silence you crave,
But it sits on your insides pushing everything.