Текст песни Second Harbour - The Worst Kind Of Panic

Оригинальный текст песни The Worst Kind Of Panic

My skin's crawling into bed
Already feel you here
Anchoring the thread
And then I'm sewn into the mattress
Just waiting for what happens

Go figure
God, I still haven't figured you out
You're so clever
But you're dead set on drawing this out
You're disfigured
But your teeth keep scarring your mouth
And I'm riddled with the worst kind of panic

I hear you carving up the hallway
Scratching up my door frame
Eyes pointed up
And the white turns a dark grey
Before I smell me on your breath
I just need to know

If I lay still
Begging you, will I spill out
Onto the carpet
I'm dying to stop this now
When you come back tomorrow
Make it the last time

I feel thin but you, you're well fed
You can taste my fear
But parcel out the dread
And if you don't know how we end this
Just wait and see what happens

Go figure
God, I still haven't figured you out
You're so clever
But you're dead set on drawing this out
You're disfigured
But your teeth keep scarring your mouth
And I'm riddled with the worst kind of panic

I hear you carving up the hallway
Scratching up my door frame
Eyes pointed up
And the white turns a dark grey
Before I smell me on your breath
I just need to know

If I lay still
Begging you, will I spill out
Onto the carpet
I'm dying to stop this now
When you come back tomorrow
Make it the last time

Feed off me

I hear you carving up the hallway
Scratching up my door frame
Eyes pointed up
And the white turns a dark grey
Before I smell me on your breath
I just need to know

If I lay still
Begging you, will I spill out
Onto the carpet
I'm dying to stop this now
When you come back tomorrow
Make it the last time