"The Bends (Here We Go Again)" lyrics
When I was sixteen, sixteen
They pumped me up with morphine, morphine
Just hoping I'd go home
My mind was bending, bending
Each time I was ascending, -scending
And now the same thing goes
When I see you in my clothes
In the mornings
And then it comes without a warning
Gotta get myself up for some air
Can't see the surface
Oh, is it worth it?
And I think I'm better off down there
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
I guess that we'll pretend
That we'll be better off as friends
Because it's like
We talk, then don't talk, then you call, you call
'Cause I'm bumping out your radio again
You're back to giving me the bends
And I still get that feeling, feeling
Staring at the ceiling, ceiling
When I'm away from home
Inside I'm bleeding, bleeding
It loves to stop me sleeping, sleeping
And now the same thing goes
When I see you in my clothes
In the evenings
And then I struggle breathing
Gotta get myself up for some air
Can't see the surface
Oh, is it worth it?
And I think I'm better off down there
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
I guess that we'll pretend
That we'll be better off as friends
Because it's like
We talk, then don't talk, then you call, you call
'Cause I'm bumping out your radio again
You're back to giving me the bends
Hello, sorry I missed ya
I didn't hear it ring but I was meant to call ya anyway
So, what was up? How've you been?
Did you see it was warm here for the first time in months today?
I felt that weight there leave my shoulders when it turns blue from grey
'Cause you know I get so restless when it's grim
But understandably
When it's blue I can't wait to find out what the universe has planned for me
When it turns everything in my world, everything I see from being bleak
To my hometown streets into a masterpiece
Glowing off the canvas, framed in gold, waiting to be sold
And if I'm being honest, if the truth be told
I don't know why my mood changes so much with the sky
I'm not sure I'll ever understand it
But I'm glad that I'm alive
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
I guess that we'll pretend
That we'll be better off as friends
Because it's like
We talk, then don't talk, then you call, you call
'Cause I'm bumping out your radio again
You're back to giving me the bends
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
They pumped me up with morphine, morphine
Just hoping I'd go home
My mind was bending, bending
Each time I was ascending, -scending
And now the same thing goes
When I see you in my clothes
In the mornings
And then it comes without a warning
Gotta get myself up for some air
Can't see the surface
Oh, is it worth it?
And I think I'm better off down there
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
I guess that we'll pretend
That we'll be better off as friends
Because it's like
We talk, then don't talk, then you call, you call
'Cause I'm bumping out your radio again
You're back to giving me the bends
And I still get that feeling, feeling
Staring at the ceiling, ceiling
When I'm away from home
Inside I'm bleeding, bleeding
It loves to stop me sleeping, sleeping
And now the same thing goes
When I see you in my clothes
In the evenings
And then I struggle breathing
Gotta get myself up for some air
Can't see the surface
Oh, is it worth it?
And I think I'm better off down there
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
I guess that we'll pretend
That we'll be better off as friends
Because it's like
We talk, then don't talk, then you call, you call
'Cause I'm bumping out your radio again
You're back to giving me the bends
Hello, sorry I missed ya
I didn't hear it ring but I was meant to call ya anyway
So, what was up? How've you been?
Did you see it was warm here for the first time in months today?
I felt that weight there leave my shoulders when it turns blue from grey
'Cause you know I get so restless when it's grim
But understandably
When it's blue I can't wait to find out what the universe has planned for me
When it turns everything in my world, everything I see from being bleak
To my hometown streets into a masterpiece
Glowing off the canvas, framed in gold, waiting to be sold
And if I'm being honest, if the truth be told
I don't know why my mood changes so much with the sky
I'm not sure I'll ever understand it
But I'm glad that I'm alive
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
I guess that we'll pretend
That we'll be better off as friends
Because it's like
We talk, then don't talk, then you call, you call
'Cause I'm bumping out your radio again
You're back to giving me the bends
Here we go again
You're back to giving me the bends
Writer(s): James Boyle
