Well Well Well How The Turntables Lyrics

When did these bruises start to keep me from moving

It's been two months and i can't remember

What it is I've done rightwhere's the wavelength that I'm supposed to be on?

I think I fell off of it a very long time ago

What's the point of this heart-to-heart

If we're both crossing our arms

My gaze left the windowpane

And my wrists laid in white and red

And last time I checked this was all on my neck but blame's a fucking funny thing

The first time I was lost

Was midday in a small place

I looked nowhere

Everywhere i swear

Nine years later I'm still lost and i never got home

If i could i would bring myself home but home is anywhere but here