So many voices in the city clutter up my mind
Where to be loud is to be pretty
Oh, please stop the time!

Because my head's about to burst
This week has been a ticking clock
Fastened to a bomb
And here it comes, here it...

At night the streets are full of demons - What's happening to me
At night the hummingbirds are screaming - I used to be carefree

But my head's about to burst
This week has been a ticking clock
Fastened to a bomb
And here it comes, here it...

There's just no place to play the shy card, drowning in the sound.
I'm going to change, I'm going to try hard to push into the crowd

But my head's about to burst
This week has been a ticking clock
Fastened to a bomb
And here it comes, here it...
Here it...
Here it...
Here it...


Lyrics submitted by scotlandboy

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