Mystery Jets

Hospital Radio
Daycare my way No longer sleeping, weeping Under blankets panic [?] flushing, gasping For a [?] chemical To calculated, outdated Alone at night I don't understand oh no I don't understand oh no I'm reaching out a hand All blind daytime Television, permission For patient [?] And absent [?] Missing in action I don't understand oh no I don't understand oh no Who is in command I don't understand When you're laying in your bed, all cold and bleeding Wondering when the hell it all went wrong Praying that your praise still holds some meaning Letras de cancionesWe will be this pill at the end of your tongue I was turned to see this As you waiting around to die Howling out for Jesus But he waves upon somehow I don't understand oh no I don't understand oh no I'm reaching out a hand Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on to me When you're laying in your bed, old, soiled and screaming Wondering when the hell it all went wrong Wired up to keep your cold, cold heart beating We will be the pill on the end of your tongue When you're hanging by a thread staring at the ceiling Kicking every [?] We will be the air inside your lungs All that is not for sale All that is not for sale All that is not for sale All that is not for sale From Letras Mania