Текст песни Static - Cami Petyn

A drink with desire
But no direction
Is only a stomachache
And the pain keeps me up late
Waiting, contemplating

How am I supposed to sleep
When my thoughts are on the run
I chase them down, pull out a loaded gun

And I lay
Contemplate
What is my fate?

It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
And all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around when
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around

When will it kick in?
The swallowed inspiration
Pacing, waiting
The clock keeps saying
Time is running out.

And I lay
Contemplate
What is my fate?

It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
And all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around turn it around when
It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around

Oh, there's static in my brain
Questions excessive,
Answers MIA
And I lay,
Contemplate.
All of stomachaches and worries,
Wide awake with uncertainty
And I lay,
Contemplate.

It's cold
The winter when you're getting old
With all of the mistakes you've owned
Will you turn it around
Turn it around
When it's cold
The winter when you're getting old
So sit yourself up and go
Will you turn it around