Artist: feeder
Song: crash
Album: Polythene
Year: 1998
I put my best foot first and it got burned
Communication always hurts
I got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air so thin as I get old
(I don't think so)
'Cause I can, old
(I don't think so)
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
She's my novacaine ride
(Novacine!)
Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue them together, I wish I could
I can't believe it as the picture fades
Just like a TV but the sound remains
(I don't think so)
(No I don't think so)
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
She's my novacaine ride
(Novacine!)
Feel it as I shake
Shatter illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears
(I don't think so)
(I don't think so)
'Cause I can feel
(I don't think so)
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
She's my novacaine ride
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
No, no
Novacaine
