Common Touch 歌词

Use that key and make me bleed, radiator And off-season, there's not a devil in hell who would turn down the chance to meet her Talking underhand on her favourite band you pretend to like before leaving The torrential sounds of the driving clouds You said the sky's just bruised, but I saw bleeding What do you want? I would not care enough to know And further on, I still won't care enough to know And if it's all too much for the common touch I could gild my hands in this circumstance I could lift you up, give a further thought I could bleach your name in the crowd I think she had a pretty name, something that rhymes with Jesus And it's insane, there's not a Devon there who would turn down the chance to meet her Sunk a couple grand on a losing hand Complaining, tried to fight the dealer The habitual rounds over burial grounds The father, daughter, and the Mother Teresa, Teresa, oh Fuckin' Teresa What do you want? I would not care enough to know And further on, I still won't care enough to know And if it's all too much for the common touch I could gild my hands in this circumstance I could lift you up, give a further thought I could bleach your name in the crowd Look, could you give me a minute? I'm much too sharp when I'm on my own I see your face move in the shadows of all the places we used to go But could you give me a minute? I shut my mouth just to spite my nose I wish my words were made for lovers, but I can't stand not singing on my own