Текст песни Impulse Crush

Companion A passenger in the back seat Fingertips brush your eyelids A gift from the past is no present When you’re sitting on your hands Oh, if you’re so tired Why can’t you sleep at night? Oh, if you’re so lonely Why is your jaw so tight? Oh, if you’re so afraid Then why can’t you turn on the fucking light? Turn it on Turn on the light Turn it on Now I'm so illuminated If you’re so bright How don’t you know How don’t you know? A gift from the past is presentation Affection is an affectation