Текст песни Thomston - Anaesthetic

Living on anaesthetic No one seems to get it Numb to the sensation Living on anaesthetic Not the way you chose to have it It's too cold to care It's only fair Waiting for a rendez-vous It's getting heavier the longer you are waiting for her Pulling through There's a smell, like it died in the gutter And it's getting you You're tied to your stay away mother coz there's no one else You're at your wits' end Losing feeling in your finger-tips And now you're wondering if anyone is showing And you're losing it All you ask is for anyone to care The sun it sets And now you're walking and the cars flirt with you Direct your stare You're at your wits' end Living on anaesthetic No one seems to get it It's too much to take and now You're numb to the sensation Living on anaesthetic Not the way you chose to have it It's too cold to care It's only fair Swum right out your depths Now you drown and you go down feeling Second hand regret Consequence and self defence Retrace your steps You'll find where it all went wrong Have someone to blame You hope it's a name You already know You're at your wits' end Living on anaesthetic No one seems to get it It's too much to take and now You're numb to the sensation Living on anaesthetic Not the way you chose to have it It's too cold to care It's only fair It's only fair Sick of all the stares Wait until you're dead 'Till they pretend to care It's only fair Wait until you own the air When you're alone The ceiling is gone Chilled right to the bone Lost without a home When you're alone You feel you are known Maybe you will mend You're at your wits end Living on anaesthetic No one seems to get it It's too much to take and now You're numb to the sensation Living on anaesthetic Not the way you chose to have it It's too cold to care It's only fair
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