Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez - Gorillaz 20 Mix
Spinning around the world at night
Spin round in black and white
It feels so good to have a perfect soul
It feels so good to be in total control
It feels so good to have a perfect soul
The lost chord
The lost chord
The lost chord
I go harder, harder
Uh, how can I trust truth?
Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sell
I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell
Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tales?
Ayy, can't dream if my ego is broke, nah
The joke's to try to find the answer to nope
I won't be back, 'til the end of summer, will you still be there?
I won't give up on you, darling, just tell me that you care
In a sky made of diamonds
Where the world fell silent
I'll be waiting for you on the other side
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide, high
Feels like I'm falling in
Oh, it's a beautiful day (immortal, immortal)
We are dead butterflies (butterflies, butterflies)
Laid out on a sprung floor (floor, floor)
(Désolé) Désolé contraband
(Désolé) I'm a long way from land
It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
It's wearing thin to think light bulb don't blink
It just flickers, so dim, then it pops and withers
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
Makes me sick, sick, sick
Spin round in black and white
It feels so good to have a perfect soul
It feels so good to be in total control
It feels so good to have a perfect soul
The lost chord
The lost chord
The lost chord
I go harder, harder
Uh, how can I trust truth?
Uh, when I ain't got nothin' to sell
I shattered my thoughts to get out my shell
Uh, why would I hold my tongue to tuck in my tales?
Ayy, can't dream if my ego is broke, nah
The joke's to try to find the answer to nope
I won't be back, 'til the end of summer, will you still be there?
I won't give up on you, darling, just tell me that you care
In a sky made of diamonds
Where the world fell silent
I'll be waiting for you on the other side
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide
High tide, high tide, high tide, high tide, high
Feels like I'm falling in
Oh, it's a beautiful day (immortal, immortal)
We are dead butterflies (butterflies, butterflies)
Laid out on a sprung floor (floor, floor)
(Désolé) Désolé contraband
(Désolé) I'm a long way from land
It makes me sick to think you ain't happy in your skin
It's wearing thin to think light bulb don't blink
It just flickers, so dim, then it pops and withers
You're a Turkey Twizzler, you deserve school dinners
Makes me sick, sick, sick
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Remi Kabaka Jr
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