Swimming Through Molasses Lyrics
| Song | Swimming Through Molasses |
| Artist | Tsunami Bomb |
| Album | The Ultimate Escape |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Tsunami Bomb, Whitehurst | |
| There's a light inside my head | |
| Flickering but almost dead | |
| My will to be awake | |
| Covered in two tons of sand | |
| More weighed down than when I began | |
| Impossible to get up now, it's too late | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| My room is an empty cave | |
| Darkness swallows up the day | |
| The shades are always drawn | |
| Skin as pale as dirty soap | |
| Eyes that do nothing but close | |
| Can't even see that my love of life is gone | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| Oh, outside my bed it's cold | |
| Each day I'm swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I'm swimming through molasses | |
| Oh, outside my bed it's cold | |
| Each day I'm swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I'm swimming through molasses | |
| Covered in two tons of sand | |
| More weighed down than when I began | |
| Impossible to get up now, it's too late | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| Oh, outside my bed it's cold | |
| Each day I'm swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I'm swimming through molasses |
| zuo qu : Tsunami Bomb, Whitehurst | |
| There' s a light inside my head | |
| Flickering but almost dead | |
| My will to be awake | |
| Covered in two tons of sand | |
| More weighed down than when I began | |
| Impossible to get up now, it' s too late | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| My room is an empty cave | |
| Darkness swallows up the day | |
| The shades are always drawn | |
| Skin as pale as dirty soap | |
| Eyes that do nothing but close | |
| Can' t even see that my love of life is gone | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| Oh, outside my bed it' s cold | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| Oh, outside my bed it' s cold | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| Covered in two tons of sand | |
| More weighed down than when I began | |
| Impossible to get up now, it' s too late | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| Oh, outside my bed it' s cold | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses |
| zuò qǔ : Tsunami Bomb, Whitehurst | |
| There' s a light inside my head | |
| Flickering but almost dead | |
| My will to be awake | |
| Covered in two tons of sand | |
| More weighed down than when I began | |
| Impossible to get up now, it' s too late | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| My room is an empty cave | |
| Darkness swallows up the day | |
| The shades are always drawn | |
| Skin as pale as dirty soap | |
| Eyes that do nothing but close | |
| Can' t even see that my love of life is gone | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| Oh, outside my bed it' s cold | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| Oh, outside my bed it' s cold | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| Covered in two tons of sand | |
| More weighed down than when I began | |
| Impossible to get up now, it' s too late | |
| And I feel like moving on | |
| And I feel like getting on with life | |
| To feel the presence of the sun on my face | |
| Is what I need to smack those cobwebs into shape | |
| Oh, outside my bed it' s cold | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses | |
| How will I wipe the sawdust from my eyes? | |
| Each day I' m swimming through molasses |
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