| Song | The Bull's Eye |
| Artist | Little Hands of Asphalt |
| Album | Spit Back at the Rain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Let’s not go back | |
| I ain’t got a knack | |
| for provoking an attack | |
| but exposing what I lack | |
| Back in those days | |
| I had set the stage | |
| for elaborate disgrace | |
| in a neverlasting haze(? – haste) | |
| But for once I took a wrong turn | |
| which turned out to be a right | |
| I bet you didn’t see that one coming from me | |
| But infact I’m not that unhappy | |
| with being the bull’s eye in the sea | |
| I guess I was just a bit tired of drifting aimlessly | |
| So dressed in remorse | |
| I prepared for war | |
| But you know I still miss you kid | |
| in spite of what I did | |
| That’s not just where, they say, all is fair | |
| Something I thought I was above, that is if I still believed in love | |
| So I’m going to leave before your questions | |
| Drill a hole in the ground | |
| Where we can powernap, wrapped in bubble wrap | |
| Just too awake with the discovery | |
| she came along to neither you nor me | |
| That’s not the way that she’s placing her loyalties | |
| To me that’s fine | |
| I have drawn the line | |
| Here in the centrefold of time | |
| Not looking forward nor behind | |
| Besides it’s clear once you’ve kept them near | |
| The world is obviously loaned(?) because people seem to think they own it | |
| So let’s just celebrate our downfall | |
| I mean, while we’re down in the hall | |
| Until we finally meet the kid in the middle seat | |
| While she’s engaged to the concrete | |
| We’ve got our words and these frozen streets | |
| We’ll keep on niggling(?) fervently on Bob Dylan’s feet |
| Let' s not go back | |
| I ain' t got a knack | |
| for provoking an attack | |
| but exposing what I lack | |
| Back in those days | |
| I had set the stage | |
| for elaborate disgrace | |
| in a neverlasting haze? haste | |
| But for once I took a wrong turn | |
| which turned out to be a right | |
| I bet you didn' t see that one coming from me | |
| But infact I' m not that unhappy | |
| with being the bull' s eye in the sea | |
| I guess I was just a bit tired of drifting aimlessly | |
| So dressed in remorse | |
| I prepared for war | |
| But you know I still miss you kid | |
| in spite of what I did | |
| That' s not just where, they say, all is fair | |
| Something I thought I was above, that is if I still believed in love | |
| So I' m going to leave before your questions | |
| Drill a hole in the ground | |
| Where we can powernap, wrapped in bubble wrap | |
| Just too awake with the discovery | |
| she came along to neither you nor me | |
| That' s not the way that she' s placing her loyalties | |
| To me that' s fine | |
| I have drawn the line | |
| Here in the centrefold of time | |
| Not looking forward nor behind | |
| Besides it' s clear once you' ve kept them near | |
| The world is obviously loaned? because people seem to think they own it | |
| So let' s just celebrate our downfall | |
| I mean, while we' re down in the hall | |
| Until we finally meet the kid in the middle seat | |
| While she' s engaged to the concrete | |
| We' ve got our words and these frozen streets | |
| We' ll keep on niggling? fervently on Bob Dylan' s feet |
| Let' s not go back | |
| I ain' t got a knack | |
| for provoking an attack | |
| but exposing what I lack | |
| Back in those days | |
| I had set the stage | |
| for elaborate disgrace | |
| in a neverlasting haze? haste | |
| But for once I took a wrong turn | |
| which turned out to be a right | |
| I bet you didn' t see that one coming from me | |
| But infact I' m not that unhappy | |
| with being the bull' s eye in the sea | |
| I guess I was just a bit tired of drifting aimlessly | |
| So dressed in remorse | |
| I prepared for war | |
| But you know I still miss you kid | |
| in spite of what I did | |
| That' s not just where, they say, all is fair | |
| Something I thought I was above, that is if I still believed in love | |
| So I' m going to leave before your questions | |
| Drill a hole in the ground | |
| Where we can powernap, wrapped in bubble wrap | |
| Just too awake with the discovery | |
| she came along to neither you nor me | |
| That' s not the way that she' s placing her loyalties | |
| To me that' s fine | |
| I have drawn the line | |
| Here in the centrefold of time | |
| Not looking forward nor behind | |
| Besides it' s clear once you' ve kept them near | |
| The world is obviously loaned? because people seem to think they own it | |
| So let' s just celebrate our downfall | |
| I mean, while we' re down in the hall | |
| Until we finally meet the kid in the middle seat | |
| While she' s engaged to the concrete | |
| We' ve got our words and these frozen streets | |
| We' ll keep on niggling? fervently on Bob Dylan' s feet |