"Turning Signal Rhythm" lyrics

"Turning Signal Rhythm"

Everything is in its place
Till you pick up those keys
The walls might as well fall and leave a void around me
You leave and everything just falls apart, it seems
Collapses in on itself
Like waking from a dream

Don't wanna suffer slowly
Rip the bandage, push me in
Wherever I go
And wherever you'll be
We'll move to the tempo of our misfortune's heartbeat

Used to want to see that shade of yellow every day
Now it's as if the sunglasses are in the way
Of feeling real and simple, pure
Just still hooked on how it takes
Like a cut that's meant to bleed
To clean, to create

Don't wanna suffer slowly
Bite the bullet, deal me in
Wherever I go
And wherever you'll be
We'll move to the tempo of our misfortune's heartbeat
Whatever's in store
The bright or still the bleak
We'll move to the tempo of our misfortune's heartbeat

I could soon be the villain in the street
Spoiling our story
I could soon be the villain in the street
Spoiling our story

(Feel it break) I could soon be the villain in the street
(Each time the colour drains)
(From a familiar face)
(Impossible to place) Spoiling our story

(So now you feel it break) I could soon be the villain in the street
(Each time the colour drains)
(From a familiar face)
(Impossible to place) Spoiling our story
(The guilt carries a weight) I could soon be
(Have I said lately that I'm sorry?)

Wherever I go
And wherever you'll be
We'll move to the tempo of our misfortune's heartbeat


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