Cold War Kids — Tell Me In The Morning
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From the depths I called you, Ma
For your breath and breast so warm and fabled
Your hands reached inside
Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled
Hailed for your mercy
An ear that cares
How the blues sound from up there?
With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet
Carry me through these shark infested waters
Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure
But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr
Oh, kindness shared
Undeserved purest gift, this life you've spared
How the blues sound from up there?
Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue
Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication
Echo into the void
Been received by no one
Oh, my sweet dear
Cold alone poisoning ourselves
Engulfed in our own tears
Signed, blues from down here.
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
Time for your favorite story
Of how to achieve golden glory
Wash yourself all squeaky clean
All in white on Hallow's eve
Lessen your desire
Hold your breath so patiently
Never inquire how to be free
Just stay on your knees
You might doubt it
Think there's nothing left for me
To do but stomp my feet
And shout about it
From the depths I called you
Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently
Stuck here in the bottom of this well
It's not the last you've heard from me
Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything
Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday
In its stead, clicking along the curb
Clucking tongues, how could they have the nerve?
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
It's a broken poem, started up yesterday
And it came true now, mind was on holiday
It's an open road will we soon see the end
It's an open book, a story to tell the band
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
I'm a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy
I'm a cold, base clown laughing at enemies
It's a rough wild world, could you please chaperone?
It's a mind field trip, oh leave it the fuck alone
This is hardly the method you know
This is hardly the method you know
There's a purple pain strangling yesterday
There's a purple stain spattered on interstates
It's an awkward stage grasping at anything
'Cause it's lost the page, can't find a word to say
But they want you to
Oh, they want you to
Yes, they want you, too
Oh, they want you, too
Broken plates on dirty highways
Pave the way for alien grace
There is hardly a method you know
Broken plates on dirty highways
Pave the way for alien grace
There is hardly a method you know
Stick around greenleaf, now that she's gone
Take my time when I got to bed, and I sleep long
I'm getting over, mulling over
I said, "Could you just wait to tell me in the morning?"
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
I know that you would like, like to change me
Make me softer to your voice like a baby
I'm using caution, but you're warning
I wish that you could wait to tell me in the morning
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
I'm shouting questions, like a fist fight
You try to take me by the arms lead me to the light
I'm almost over, warring over
I wish that you could wait to tell me in the morning
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
And I'll tell you one more thing
I confess to self deception
And I broke the lock and I pried it open
Then pretended to be stolen
I am my own thief in the night
Struggled for many years just to get here
To learn humility and be my own teacher
I guess it backfired 'cause my motive
Was just to take and never care 'bout what I give
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
I'm shouting questions like a fist fight
You try to take me by the arms lead me to the light
I'm almost over, warring over
I wish that you could wait to tell me in the morning
Slow it down, slow it down
Laying low, save it for the morning
But I'll tell you one more thing
I confess to self deception
And I broke the lock and I pried it open
Then pretended to be stolen
I am my own thief in the night
For your breath and breast so warm and fabled
Your hands reached inside
Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled
Hailed for your mercy
An ear that cares
How the blues sound from up there?
With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet
Carry me through these shark infested waters
Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure
But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr
Oh, kindness shared
Undeserved purest gift, this life you've spared
How the blues sound from up there?
Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue
Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication
Echo into the void
Been received by no one
Oh, my sweet dear
Cold alone poisoning ourselves
Engulfed in our own tears
Signed, blues from down here.
Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your
Time for your favorite story
Of how to achieve golden glory
Wash yourself all squeaky clean
All in white on Hallow's eve
Lessen your desire
Hold your breath so patiently
Never inquire how to be free
Just stay on your knees
You might doubt it
Think there's nothing left for me
To do but stomp my feet
And shout about it
From the depths I called you
Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently
Stuck here in the bottom of this well
It's not the last you've heard from me
Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything
Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday
In its stead, clicking along the curb
Clucking tongues, how could they have the nerve?
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
It's a broken poem, started up yesterday
And it came true now, mind was on holiday
It's an open road will we soon see the end
It's an open book, a story to tell the band
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
There is hardly a method you know
I'm a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy
I'm a cold, base clown laughing at enemies
It's a rough wild world, could you please chaperone?
It's a mind field trip, oh leave it the fuck alone
This is hardly the method you know
This is hardly the method you know
There's a purple pain strangling yesterday
There's a purple stain spattered on interstates
It's an awkward stage grasping at anything
'Cause it's lost the page, can't find a word to say
But they want you to
Oh, they want you to
Yes, they want you, too
Oh, they want you, too
Broken plates on dirty highways
Pave the way for alien grace
There is hardly a method you know
Broken plates on dirty highways
Pave the way for alien grace
There is hardly a method you know
Stick around greenleaf, now that she's gone
Take my time when I got to bed, and I sleep long
I'm getting over, mulling over
I said, "Could you just wait to tell me in the morning?"
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
I know that you would like, like to change me
Make me softer to your voice like a baby
I'm using caution, but you're warning
I wish that you could wait to tell me in the morning
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
I'm shouting questions, like a fist fight
You try to take me by the arms lead me to the light
I'm almost over, warring over
I wish that you could wait to tell me in the morning
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
And I'll tell you one more thing
I confess to self deception
And I broke the lock and I pried it open
Then pretended to be stolen
I am my own thief in the night
Struggled for many years just to get here
To learn humility and be my own teacher
I guess it backfired 'cause my motive
Was just to take and never care 'bout what I give
Slow it down, slow it down
And lay it low, save it for the morning
I'm shouting questions like a fist fight
You try to take me by the arms lead me to the light
I'm almost over, warring over
I wish that you could wait to tell me in the morning
Slow it down, slow it down
Laying low, save it for the morning
But I'll tell you one more thing
I confess to self deception
And I broke the lock and I pried it open
Then pretended to be stolen
I am my own thief in the night
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a definitely deep6
Robbers & Cowards? Well, to jail with the lot! Yucko!
could this be any more repetitive?
Blech.
my ears hurt
Bit of a "love it or hate it" vocal.
Cold War garage band!
holy moley! if i was in the business of rating rp songs, this might get the bagel! 
I thought the cold war was over.
No such luck, apparently.
First post. Yeah!
Holy cow Bill, second song by this group in less than 12 hours. You must really be taken with them. They have that rawness like the White Stripes/Racanteurs.
Me like.