Pressing Lyrics
| Song | Pressing |
| Artist | Room Eleven |
| Album | Six White Russians And A Pink Pussycat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Rolling off my side to start the day | |
| Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away | |
| Forward pressing | |
| For the reason I am dressing | |
| And the answers for the times I stopped to pray | |
| Searching for an ear to ease my mind | |
| And eyes that see enough to lead the blind | |
| Amd I pretending? | |
| These words we share in mending | |
| Since when did listening become a crime? | |
| Ooh | |
| Why, when I need some | |
| It seems it never comes | |
| It will be my self that I lose | |
| If it’s still myself that I choose | |
| Justifying time i’ve spent alone | |
| To turn this empty house into a home | |
| Now undressing | |
| The reason I was pressing | |
| Was to find another piece to help me grow | |
| One more smile | |
| One more day | |
| I’ve silently grown wiser for this time | |
| One more smile | |
| One more day | |
| One more time | |
| You and me! | |
| We will see | |
| You and me |
| Rolling off my side to start the day | |
| Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away | |
| Forward pressing | |
| For the reason I am dressing | |
| And the answers for the times I stopped to pray | |
| Searching for an ear to ease my mind | |
| And eyes that see enough to lead the blind | |
| Amd I pretending? | |
| These words we share in mending | |
| Since when did listening become a crime? | |
| Ooh | |
| Why, when I need some | |
| It seems it never comes | |
| It will be my self that I lose | |
| If it' s still myself that I choose | |
| Justifying time i' ve spent alone | |
| To turn this empty house into a home | |
| Now undressing | |
| The reason I was pressing | |
| Was to find another piece to help me grow | |
| One more smile | |
| One more day | |
| I' ve silently grown wiser for this time | |
| One more smile | |
| One more day | |
| One more time | |
| You and me! | |
| We will see | |
| You and me |
| Rolling off my side to start the day | |
| Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away | |
| Forward pressing | |
| For the reason I am dressing | |
| And the answers for the times I stopped to pray | |
| Searching for an ear to ease my mind | |
| And eyes that see enough to lead the blind | |
| Amd I pretending? | |
| These words we share in mending | |
| Since when did listening become a crime? | |
| Ooh | |
| Why, when I need some | |
| It seems it never comes | |
| It will be my self that I lose | |
| If it' s still myself that I choose | |
| Justifying time i' ve spent alone | |
| To turn this empty house into a home | |
| Now undressing | |
| The reason I was pressing | |
| Was to find another piece to help me grow | |
| One more smile | |
| One more day | |
| I' ve silently grown wiser for this time | |
| One more smile | |
| One more day | |
| One more time | |
| You and me! | |
| We will see | |
| You and me |
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