Текст песни Everything Else Has Gone Wrong - Bombay Bicycle Club

Aching for a word
And the words are not coming
I can paint it with a speech bubble
Sing a motif
Rub in on my teeth
Glisten white
Eyes shut
And my tongue's tied wrong
But I'm listening right
Well come on and get something
Onto my rung
Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung
Come on and get something
Onto 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 'til 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 my rung
Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung
Come on and get something
Onto 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
(Everything else has gone wrong)
And yes I found my second wind
(Everything else has gone wrong)
And yes I found my second wind
(Everything else has gone wrong)
And yes I found my some hope again