Overseas Now Lyrics
| Song | Overseas Now |
| Artist | Mal Blum |
| Album | Tempest In A Teacup |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You clean the bathroom | |
| On your hands and on your knees | |
| Wearing latex gloves | |
| That you borrow from her | |
| I don’t know what you think you’re doing | |
| But you’re doing it for free | |
| Do you know even what you’re doing anymore? | |
| I know it’s not my business | |
| And I know it’s not my right | |
| But the expression on your face | |
| Looks so awkward and contrived | |
| But I know it’s not my business | |
| And I know it’s not my right | |
| And I don’t know what to call it, | |
| But I wouldn’t call it | |
| Oh, I’m a rising star, I’m a sinking ship | |
| You’re a work of art, something delicate | |
| You’re my mother’s son | |
| You’re my favorite song | |
| I’m the things you hide | |
| When you turn the lights back on | |
| I’m a one, or two, or three page explanation | |
| You’re a getaway vacation | |
| That I hoped would bring salvation | |
| It did not | |
| And it’s killing me | |
| You were the only person | |
| Who could understand | |
| The things I think inside my head | |
| And somehow you forgot | |
| I dated Audrey Hepburns | |
| Just to be Paul Varjack | |
| And I picked up all the paychecks | |
| But I never called them back | |
| I guess I wasn’t fooling anybody | |
| But I never knew myself | |
| As well as I knew how to act | |
| And I know it’s not my business | |
| And I know it’s not my right | |
| But you crawl into my bed | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| And you ask me not to leave you | |
| But you don’t ask me to stay | |
| And I never can say no | |
| When you look at me like that | |
| I’m a rising star, I’m a sinking ship | |
| You’re a work of art, something delicate | |
| You’re my mother’s son | |
| No, you’re my favorite song | |
| I’m the things you hide | |
| When you turn the lights back on | |
| I’m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
| That you wouldn’t take the time | |
| To give to anyone at all | |
| I’m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
| That you wouldn’t take the time | |
| To give to anyone | |
| Anyone at all | |
| Are you overseas now? | |
| With the drugs | |
| And all the men | |
| Or are you dead | |
| Or hiding in your loft | |
| Behind your papers and your pens | |
| Just how we met | |
| I never did believe a word they said | |
| The bluest blues | |
| The reddest reds | |
| I never did believe a word they said | |
| They made it up | |
| Even the end |
| You clean the bathroom | |
| On your hands and on your knees | |
| Wearing latex gloves | |
| That you borrow from her | |
| I don' t know what you think you' re doing | |
| But you' re doing it for free | |
| Do you know even what you' re doing anymore? | |
| I know it' s not my business | |
| And I know it' s not my right | |
| But the expression on your face | |
| Looks so awkward and contrived | |
| But I know it' s not my business | |
| And I know it' s not my right | |
| And I don' t know what to call it, | |
| But I wouldn' t call it | |
| Oh, I' m a rising star, I' m a sinking ship | |
| You' re a work of art, something delicate | |
| You' re my mother' s son | |
| You' re my favorite song | |
| I' m the things you hide | |
| When you turn the lights back on | |
| I' m a one, or two, or three page explanation | |
| You' re a getaway vacation | |
| That I hoped would bring salvation | |
| It did not | |
| And it' s killing me | |
| You were the only person | |
| Who could understand | |
| The things I think inside my head | |
| And somehow you forgot | |
| I dated Audrey Hepburns | |
| Just to be Paul Varjack | |
| And I picked up all the paychecks | |
| But I never called them back | |
| I guess I wasn' t fooling anybody | |
| But I never knew myself | |
| As well as I knew how to act | |
| And I know it' s not my business | |
| And I know it' s not my right | |
| But you crawl into my bed | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| And you ask me not to leave you | |
| But you don' t ask me to stay | |
| And I never can say no | |
| When you look at me like that | |
| I' m a rising star, I' m a sinking ship | |
| You' re a work of art, something delicate | |
| You' re my mother' s son | |
| No, you' re my favorite song | |
| I' m the things you hide | |
| When you turn the lights back on | |
| I' m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
| That you wouldn' t take the time | |
| To give to anyone at all | |
| I' m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
| That you wouldn' t take the time | |
| To give to anyone | |
| Anyone at all | |
| Are you overseas now? | |
| With the drugs | |
| And all the men | |
| Or are you dead | |
| Or hiding in your loft | |
| Behind your papers and your pens | |
| Just how we met | |
| I never did believe a word they said | |
| The bluest blues | |
| The reddest reds | |
| I never did believe a word they said | |
| They made it up | |
| Even the end |
| You clean the bathroom | |
| On your hands and on your knees | |
| Wearing latex gloves | |
| That you borrow from her | |
| I don' t know what you think you' re doing | |
| But you' re doing it for free | |
| Do you know even what you' re doing anymore? | |
| I know it' s not my business | |
| And I know it' s not my right | |
| But the expression on your face | |
| Looks so awkward and contrived | |
| But I know it' s not my business | |
| And I know it' s not my right | |
| And I don' t know what to call it, | |
| But I wouldn' t call it | |
| Oh, I' m a rising star, I' m a sinking ship | |
| You' re a work of art, something delicate | |
| You' re my mother' s son | |
| You' re my favorite song | |
| I' m the things you hide | |
| When you turn the lights back on | |
| I' m a one, or two, or three page explanation | |
| You' re a getaway vacation | |
| That I hoped would bring salvation | |
| It did not | |
| And it' s killing me | |
| You were the only person | |
| Who could understand | |
| The things I think inside my head | |
| And somehow you forgot | |
| I dated Audrey Hepburns | |
| Just to be Paul Varjack | |
| And I picked up all the paychecks | |
| But I never called them back | |
| I guess I wasn' t fooling anybody | |
| But I never knew myself | |
| As well as I knew how to act | |
| And I know it' s not my business | |
| And I know it' s not my right | |
| But you crawl into my bed | |
| In the middle of the night | |
| And you ask me not to leave you | |
| But you don' t ask me to stay | |
| And I never can say no | |
| When you look at me like that | |
| I' m a rising star, I' m a sinking ship | |
| You' re a work of art, something delicate | |
| You' re my mother' s son | |
| No, you' re my favorite song | |
| I' m the things you hide | |
| When you turn the lights back on | |
| I' m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
| That you wouldn' t take the time | |
| To give to anyone at all | |
| I' m a one, or two or three page explanation | |
| That you wouldn' t take the time | |
| To give to anyone | |
| Anyone at all | |
| Are you overseas now? | |
| With the drugs | |
| And all the men | |
| Or are you dead | |
| Or hiding in your loft | |
| Behind your papers and your pens | |
| Just how we met | |
| I never did believe a word they said | |
| The bluest blues | |
| The reddest reds | |
| I never did believe a word they said | |
| They made it up | |
| Even the end |
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