"Motion Sickness" lyrics
"Motion Sickness"
There is nothing for which I'm responsible.
Just this baggage I keep carrying on,
As if I had someone.
Maybe there's a woman somewhere,
Who's still thinking of me.
A girl with cold black hair,
Who's haunted in her dreams.
But what they've seen, well it wasn't me.
It's just some lie, they slept beside.
Yeah I kept this from them,
But I can't keep this from you.
So will you look for me, in that strange bright place,
Where the statues bloom in the park.
They don't need no rain.
'Cause how I ever got to you, I have no idea.
It's like some secret door, well it just appeared.
So, no matter what I do from now on with my time.
You will always stay here, in my mind.
I'm certain of this, and I'm not certain of anything.
So, I wanna get myself attached, to something bolted down.
So these winds of circumstance won't keep blowin' me around.
From when I land, to when I leave:
There's not enough time, to sleep and sing.
I keep running around and all I want is to lay motionless.
Thanks to Amanda for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Conor Oberst
- AZLyrics
- B
- Bright Eyes Lyrics
album:
"Noise Floor (Rarities: 1998-2005)" (2006)
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