I Hate It Too - HUM
Morning grey ignites
a twisted mess
of foreign shapes and sounds
I wish the ceiling was the ground
I'll send you flowers
made of silent, tiny pieces of the sun
to help me make up for this one
while you send me
tidal waves of love
when you're alone
and I can't remember what you do
to find a way
to turn the signal back
to heaven sounding blue
and bring me faithful
back to you
and she don't hold me right
she's never gonna get me there
and she don't hold me right
she's never gonna get me there
(not tonight)
if we break off
gently in slow motion
spinning outward into space
my hand
always floating gently at the wheel
while you sweetly hold my face
and I need you
to give it meaning
I need you to share the view
or it becomes
a time for me to love myself
like every other thing I do
and she don't hold me right
she's never gonna get me there
Morning grey ignites
a twisted mess
of foreign shapes and sounds
I wish the ceiling was the ground
I'll send you flowers
made of silent, tiny pieces of the sun
to help me make up for this one
while you send me
tidal waves of love
when you're alone
and I can't remember what you do
to find a way
to turn the signal back
to heaven sounding blue
and bring me faithful
back to you
and she don't hold me right
she's never gonna get me there
and she don't hold me right
she's never gonna get me there
(not tonight)
if we break off
gently in slow motion
spinning outward into space
my hand
always floating gently at the wheel
while you sweetly hold my face
and I need you
to give it meaning
I need you to share the view
or it becomes
a time for me to love myself
like every other thing I do
and she don't hold me right
she's never gonna get me there
