The Dear Hunter - Tripping In Triplets
There must be something that keeps me awake or some kind of pill I can take to break these bad habits.
I would lie if I said that this didn't get tough.
Two left feet on the floor in a waltz in an odd tempo.
Am I stuck at the ankle or caught at the knee?
A curious puzzle still cursing me,
To follow or lead.
You gave me a heart and then taught me to hurt.
I can't tell just which option is worse;
Dying pure or aware.
So these feet keep on tripping in triplets to beats too far off for my ears to reach just a hint of
Timing.
...And I don't know where I'm goin' cause I cant see the road (it's winding).
Just as long as I keep breathing I go t this uncomf ortable feeling;
Heavy feet, shaky hands,
Troubled heart
Letras The Dear Hunter