In To It Lyrics
| Song | In To It |
| Artist | The Hundred In The Hands |
| Album | This Desert |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| LyricsDEBU | |
| T LPYOUNG | |
| AREN’T YOU | |
| NGSlinking in the street | |
| And we take off running | |
| Living in the light | |
| On the darker side | |
| Boys laugh hard | |
| As we round the corner | |
| Time we got home, | |
| It had all been done. | |
| Talking with the girl | |
| But the girl goes sideways | |
| Giving her the line | |
| But he’s losing ground | |
| There she goes | |
| On her way shooting off | |
| All around the world | |
| All around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldYour style is correct so you make an impression | |
| Owning what you do to know what you are. | |
| Got to make your own way to be in it. | |
| We live, we move, | |
| All around the world | |
| We live, we move, | |
| All around the world | |
| Young in the light, | |
| In the light | |
| On the darker side. | |
| Young in the light, | |
| In the light | |
| On the darker side | |
| All around the | |
| WorldBoy and girl go down | |
| To the place by the water | |
| Creeping into the afternoon | |
| Young aren’t so young, | |
| They’re getting restless, | |
| Loving to lose it | |
| All around the world | |
| LOVESICK (ONCE AGAIN) | |
| Lovesick once again | |
| I get slapstick when you walk in | |
| I get so nervous | |
| I stutter and flail | |
| Troubled sleep, | |
| I don’t eat, | |
| I’ve gone pale. | |
| Tarantulas under the skin | |
| Got King Kong battling within | |
| A blood moon looms in the sky above | |
| I’m the Wolfman, | |
| I’m frantic in | |
| Love.It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I’m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeRomance, flowers, | |
| ChampaignWe go dancing, we kiss in the rain, | |
| I’m sedated and trying to forget | |
| I’m agitated | |
| I’m covered in sweat | |
| It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I’m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeShake shake shake | |
| It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I’m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeShake, shake | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I…KILLING | |
| ITChances get lost | |
| Romances, always is, | |
| HiddenResistances | |
| Was itLonely? | |
| No,It wasn’t | |
| MostlyWe were | |
| Killing it | |
| Isn’t it all so… | |
| We wereKilling it | |
| Isn’t it all so… | |
| AwesomeI swear | |
| I wouldFor you | |
| Heartbreaks and lies | |
| Eyes lock, paralyzed | |
| I don’t know why | |
| I don’t why | |
| We wereKilling it | |
| Into it,Still | |
| I keepThinking it’s… | |
| Me.I KeepFalling, | |
| You keepCalling | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| You woreThat look of yours | |
| That once took mybreathe away | |
| That all you have to say? | |
| Then, it’s not up to you. | |
| Holding, discreetly | |
| Keeping controlled, | |
| Fascinated, | |
| Dispossessed | |
| When weKissed | |
| IFlinched | |
| ITried toHide it | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| PIGEONSSaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| We go…Kicking on the edge of town | |
| Counting all the pigeons down | |
| Walking in the steps of men. | |
| I have the feeling they’re not breathing. | |
| She’s shaking like a rattle | |
| Sneaking out, the hour’s still | |
| Waiting for the room to fall in | |
| Watching the time unwind. | |
| Saturday, | |
| SaturdaySaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| Kicking on the edge of town | |
| Counting all the pigeons down | |
| Walking in the steps of men. | |
| I have the feeling they’re not bleeding. | |
| Laughing like a right-loon | |
| Slavering at the silvery moon | |
| Waiting for the room to fall in | |
| Waiting for him to come. | |
| Saturday, | |
| SaturdaySaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| She is still not still is not still. | |
| He is here and not here at all. | |
| Cold grey morning, | |
| Waking in his room she goes | |
| Crawling out the window, | |
| Climbing up the crooked stairs. | |
| Above the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons | |
| Turning circles in the morning sky.“ | |
| I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away, | |
| Fly away!Fly away!” | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away, | |
| Away, away, away | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go… | |
| I don’t know why, you don’t just fly away, | |
| Away, away, away | |
| We go… |
| LyricsDEBU | |
| T LPYOUNG | |
| AREN' T YOU | |
| NGSlinking in the street | |
| And we take off running | |
| Living in the light | |
| On the darker side | |
| Boys laugh hard | |
| As we round the corner | |
| Time we got home, | |
| It had all been done. | |
| Talking with the girl | |
| But the girl goes sideways | |
| Giving her the line | |
| But he' s losing ground | |
| There she goes | |
| On her way shooting off | |
| All around the world | |
| All around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldYour style is correct so you make an impression | |
| Owning what you do to know what you are. | |
| Got to make your own way to be in it. | |
| We live, we move, | |
| All around the world | |
| We live, we move, | |
| All around the world | |
| Young in the light, | |
| In the light | |
| On the darker side. | |
| Young in the light, | |
| In the light | |
| On the darker side | |
| All around the | |
| WorldBoy and girl go down | |
| To the place by the water | |
| Creeping into the afternoon | |
| Young aren' t so young, | |
| They' re getting restless, | |
| Loving to lose it | |
| All around the world | |
| LOVESICK ONCE AGAIN | |
| Lovesick once again | |
| I get slapstick when you walk in | |
| I get so nervous | |
| I stutter and flail | |
| Troubled sleep, | |
| I don' t eat, | |
| I' ve gone pale. | |
| Tarantulas under the skin | |
| Got King Kong battling within | |
| A blood moon looms in the sky above | |
| I' m the Wolfman, | |
| I' m frantic in | |
| Love. It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I' m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeRomance, flowers, | |
| ChampaignWe go dancing, we kiss in the rain, | |
| I' m sedated and trying to forget | |
| I' m agitated | |
| I' m covered in sweat | |
| It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I' m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeShake shake shake | |
| It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I' m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeShake, shake | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I KILLING | |
| ITChances get lost | |
| Romances, always is, | |
| HiddenResistances | |
| Was itLonely? | |
| No, It wasn' t | |
| MostlyWe were | |
| Killing it | |
| Isn' t it all so | |
| We wereKilling it | |
| Isn' t it all so | |
| AwesomeI swear | |
| I wouldFor you | |
| Heartbreaks and lies | |
| Eyes lock, paralyzed | |
| I don' t know why | |
| I don' t why | |
| We wereKilling it | |
| Into it, Still | |
| I keepThinking it' s | |
| Me. I KeepFalling, | |
| You keepCalling | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| You woreThat look of yours | |
| That once took mybreathe away | |
| That all you have to say? | |
| Then, it' s not up to you. | |
| Holding, discreetly | |
| Keeping controlled, | |
| Fascinated, | |
| Dispossessed | |
| When weKissed | |
| IFlinched | |
| ITried toHide it | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| PIGEONSSaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| We go Kicking on the edge of town | |
| Counting all the pigeons down | |
| Walking in the steps of men. | |
| I have the feeling they' re not breathing. | |
| She' s shaking like a rattle | |
| Sneaking out, the hour' s still | |
| Waiting for the room to fall in | |
| Watching the time unwind. | |
| Saturday, | |
| SaturdaySaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Kicking on the edge of town | |
| Counting all the pigeons down | |
| Walking in the steps of men. | |
| I have the feeling they' re not bleeding. | |
| Laughing like a rightloon | |
| Slavering at the silvery moon | |
| Waiting for the room to fall in | |
| Waiting for him to come. | |
| Saturday, | |
| SaturdaySaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| She is still not still is not still. | |
| He is here and not here at all. | |
| Cold grey morning, | |
| Waking in his room she goes | |
| Crawling out the window, | |
| Climbing up the crooked stairs. | |
| Above the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons | |
| Turning circles in the morning sky." | |
| I don' t know why, you don' t just fly away, | |
| Fly away! Fly away!" | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| I don' t know why, you don' t just fly away, | |
| Away, away, away | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| I don' t know why, you don' t just fly away, | |
| Away, away, away | |
| We go |
| LyricsDEBU | |
| T LPYOUNG | |
| AREN' T YOU | |
| NGSlinking in the street | |
| And we take off running | |
| Living in the light | |
| On the darker side | |
| Boys laugh hard | |
| As we round the corner | |
| Time we got home, | |
| It had all been done. | |
| Talking with the girl | |
| But the girl goes sideways | |
| Giving her the line | |
| But he' s losing ground | |
| There she goes | |
| On her way shooting off | |
| All around the world | |
| All around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldAll around the | |
| WorldYour style is correct so you make an impression | |
| Owning what you do to know what you are. | |
| Got to make your own way to be in it. | |
| We live, we move, | |
| All around the world | |
| We live, we move, | |
| All around the world | |
| Young in the light, | |
| In the light | |
| On the darker side. | |
| Young in the light, | |
| In the light | |
| On the darker side | |
| All around the | |
| WorldBoy and girl go down | |
| To the place by the water | |
| Creeping into the afternoon | |
| Young aren' t so young, | |
| They' re getting restless, | |
| Loving to lose it | |
| All around the world | |
| LOVESICK ONCE AGAIN | |
| Lovesick once again | |
| I get slapstick when you walk in | |
| I get so nervous | |
| I stutter and flail | |
| Troubled sleep, | |
| I don' t eat, | |
| I' ve gone pale. | |
| Tarantulas under the skin | |
| Got King Kong battling within | |
| A blood moon looms in the sky above | |
| I' m the Wolfman, | |
| I' m frantic in | |
| Love. It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I' m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeRomance, flowers, | |
| ChampaignWe go dancing, we kiss in the rain, | |
| I' m sedated and trying to forget | |
| I' m agitated | |
| I' m covered in sweat | |
| It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I' m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeShake shake shake | |
| It it it it it it it rips into me | |
| I I I I I | |
| I I' m a mess | |
| Violins in my heart | |
| And I start | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeShake, shake | |
| To shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I shake and | |
| I shake and | |
| I shakeAnd | |
| I KILLING | |
| ITChances get lost | |
| Romances, always is, | |
| HiddenResistances | |
| Was itLonely? | |
| No, It wasn' t | |
| MostlyWe were | |
| Killing it | |
| Isn' t it all so | |
| We wereKilling it | |
| Isn' t it all so | |
| AwesomeI swear | |
| I wouldFor you | |
| Heartbreaks and lies | |
| Eyes lock, paralyzed | |
| I don' t know why | |
| I don' t why | |
| We wereKilling it | |
| Into it, Still | |
| I keepThinking it' s | |
| Me. I KeepFalling, | |
| You keepCalling | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| You woreThat look of yours | |
| That once took mybreathe away | |
| That all you have to say? | |
| Then, it' s not up to you. | |
| Holding, discreetly | |
| Keeping controlled, | |
| Fascinated, | |
| Dispossessed | |
| When weKissed | |
| IFlinched | |
| ITried toHide it | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell no lies | |
| Tell me why | |
| Tell me why | |
| PIGEONSSaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| We go Kicking on the edge of town | |
| Counting all the pigeons down | |
| Walking in the steps of men. | |
| I have the feeling they' re not breathing. | |
| She' s shaking like a rattle | |
| Sneaking out, the hour' s still | |
| Waiting for the room to fall in | |
| Watching the time unwind. | |
| Saturday, | |
| SaturdaySaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Kicking on the edge of town | |
| Counting all the pigeons down | |
| Walking in the steps of men. | |
| I have the feeling they' re not bleeding. | |
| Laughing like a rightloon | |
| Slavering at the silvery moon | |
| Waiting for the room to fall in | |
| Waiting for him to come. | |
| Saturday, | |
| SaturdaySaturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| She is still not still is not still. | |
| He is here and not here at all. | |
| Cold grey morning, | |
| Waking in his room she goes | |
| Crawling out the window, | |
| Climbing up the crooked stairs. | |
| Above the ceiling leaning tracing pigeons | |
| Turning circles in the morning sky." | |
| I don' t know why, you don' t just fly away, | |
| Fly away! Fly away!" | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| I don' t know why, you don' t just fly away, | |
| Away, away, away | |
| Saturday comes, | |
| Sunday comes, we go | |
| I don' t know why, you don' t just fly away, | |
| Away, away, away | |
| We go |
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