| Song | Just Friends |
| Artist | Deer Tick |
| Album | Negativity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When you cry all night | |
| Till you’re creating a streaming that falls forever | |
| It’s made of dreams | |
| That didn’t come true | |
| And I’m sorry, there’s nothing more that I can do | |
| When we get together | |
| And take it from my fantasy and we’ll re-act them | |
| We’ll work on you | |
| Guess we lay motionless staring at the ceiling | |
| With back turned up against the wall | |
| But now I clearly see | |
| Strained to the back of my skull and I’m shivering | |
| All night long | |
| And my skin is clear and you can see what I’m thinking | |
| I’m thinking what I’m about | |
| Oh, the things I’ve been dreaming, I’ve been dreaming about you | |
| And only you | |
| Turn the land into eight | |
| And bury it in a parking lot and I’m constantly turned off | |
| I look at the clock | |
| And it’s turning into hours and I got nothing to look forward to | |
| ‘Cause I killed all the thoughts |
| When you cry all night | |
| Till you' re creating a streaming that falls forever | |
| It' s made of dreams | |
| That didn' t come true | |
| And I' m sorry, there' s nothing more that I can do | |
| When we get together | |
| And take it from my fantasy and we' ll react them | |
| We' ll work on you | |
| Guess we lay motionless staring at the ceiling | |
| With back turned up against the wall | |
| But now I clearly see | |
| Strained to the back of my skull and I' m shivering | |
| All night long | |
| And my skin is clear and you can see what I' m thinking | |
| I' m thinking what I' m about | |
| Oh, the things I' ve been dreaming, I' ve been dreaming about you | |
| And only you | |
| Turn the land into eight | |
| And bury it in a parking lot and I' m constantly turned off | |
| I look at the clock | |
| And it' s turning into hours and I got nothing to look forward to | |
| ' Cause I killed all the thoughts |
| When you cry all night | |
| Till you' re creating a streaming that falls forever | |
| It' s made of dreams | |
| That didn' t come true | |
| And I' m sorry, there' s nothing more that I can do | |
| When we get together | |
| And take it from my fantasy and we' ll react them | |
| We' ll work on you | |
| Guess we lay motionless staring at the ceiling | |
| With back turned up against the wall | |
| But now I clearly see | |
| Strained to the back of my skull and I' m shivering | |
| All night long | |
| And my skin is clear and you can see what I' m thinking | |
| I' m thinking what I' m about | |
| Oh, the things I' ve been dreaming, I' ve been dreaming about you | |
| And only you | |
| Turn the land into eight | |
| And bury it in a parking lot and I' m constantly turned off | |
| I look at the clock | |
| And it' s turning into hours and I got nothing to look forward to | |
| ' Cause I killed all the thoughts |