Tadpole "Frequency" |
The air up there is crowded crazy static in the sky With multitudes of voices flying swifter than the eye Could ever see to speak, catch them up and reason with the din And now at night when I'm trying to sleep my head is caving in Give me your frequency Right where I want to be It�s strange to feel resistance this compression of the air The sounds that fill the silence are now floating everywhere And I can't disconnect from this effect, the level's much too high And now at night when I'm trying to sleep my head is caving in. It's automatic with you Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |