| Lyrics: | abrasive to the touch
all in all in all the same thing now
we are gathered here in
nonesuch
hooks back to the line
and I trip over myself here
and i trip over
myself
something's stuck in me here
and I can't get out
some in paint
some in
blood
some in makeup
derail me
to everything -
churn, churn, churn
there is
a season -
churn, churn, churn
there is a reason
churn, churn, churn
this ain't the
time or the place
i am sick of walking into rainbows
i am sick of plugging into
rainbows
i am sick of tuning into rainbows
i am sick of turning into rainbows |
