Punch‐Drunk Punk Rock Romance
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⏱️ 3:42 duration
🆔 ID: 29196789
📜 Lyrics
Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines.
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.
Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober.
It's the reception between us that's failing.
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up).
Pick up the phone.
Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war.
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.
No use translating the trembles.
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation.
If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends.
So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal.
Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
I get a little hysterical sometimes.
The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental.
All that kicking and screaming.
Everything i touch starts peeling.
We malfunction like machines.
Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
I want to be a big star.
Didn't want to touch so hard.
Open the door.
I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
You're the reason for collisions.
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
Tonight is a shipwreck.
Navigating through disorder.
Now every electric star hums like a telecaster.
How punk rock is that?
You're so oblivious.
Baby, you're my oblivion.
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines.
You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.
Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober.
It's the reception between us that's failing.
Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up).
Pick up the phone.
Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war.
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.
No use translating the trembles.
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation.
If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends.
So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal.
Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
I get a little hysterical sometimes.
The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental.
All that kicking and screaming.
Everything i touch starts peeling.
We malfunction like machines.
Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
I want to be a big star.
Didn't want to touch so hard.
Open the door.
I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
You're the reason for collisions.
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
Tonight is a shipwreck.
Navigating through disorder.
Now every electric star hums like a telecaster.
How punk rock is that?
You're so oblivious.
Baby, you're my oblivion.
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.06] Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,
[00:05.84] The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
[00:13.29] A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
[00:22.24] And a pulse conducted by our dying lines.
[00:29.21] You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
[00:33.89] Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.
[00:40.57]
[00:43.55] Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober.
[00:46.62] It's the reception between us that's failing.
[00:49.32] Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
[00:51.84] She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
[00:54.78] And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up).
[01:08.04] Pick up the phone.
[01:09.68] Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war.
[01:12.55] My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.
[01:18.54] No use translating the trembles.
[01:24.29] They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation.
[01:32.08]
[01:34.19] If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends.
[01:37.75] So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal.
[01:43.94] Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
[01:58.51] I get a little hysterical sometimes.
[02:12.33] The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental.
[02:21.36] All that kicking and screaming.
[02:24.25] Everything i touch starts peeling.
[02:27.95] We malfunction like machines.
[02:33.00] Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
[02:37.76] I want to be a big star.
[02:39.30] Didn't want to touch so hard.
[02:46.49] Open the door.
[02:49.26] I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
[03:00.38] You're the reason for collisions.
[03:08.72]
[03:31.67] I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
[03:49.62] Tonight is a shipwreck.
[03:54.07]
[04:03.82] Navigating through disorder.
[04:07.77] Now every electric star hums like a telecaster.
[04:14.76] How punk rock is that?
[04:19.14] You're so oblivious.
[04:25.96] Baby, you're my oblivion.
[04:28.11]
[00:05.84] The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
[00:13.29] A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
[00:22.24] And a pulse conducted by our dying lines.
[00:29.21] You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
[00:33.89] Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.
[00:40.57]
[00:43.55] Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober.
[00:46.62] It's the reception between us that's failing.
[00:49.32] Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
[00:51.84] She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
[00:54.78] And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up).
[01:08.04] Pick up the phone.
[01:09.68] Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war.
[01:12.55] My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.
[01:18.54] No use translating the trembles.
[01:24.29] They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation.
[01:32.08]
[01:34.19] If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends.
[01:37.75] So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal.
[01:43.94] Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
[01:58.51] I get a little hysterical sometimes.
[02:12.33] The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental.
[02:21.36] All that kicking and screaming.
[02:24.25] Everything i touch starts peeling.
[02:27.95] We malfunction like machines.
[02:33.00] Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
[02:37.76] I want to be a big star.
[02:39.30] Didn't want to touch so hard.
[02:46.49] Open the door.
[02:49.26] I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
[03:00.38] You're the reason for collisions.
[03:08.72]
[03:31.67] I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
[03:49.62] Tonight is a shipwreck.
[03:54.07]
[04:03.82] Navigating through disorder.
[04:07.77] Now every electric star hums like a telecaster.
[04:14.76] How punk rock is that?
[04:19.14] You're so oblivious.
[04:25.96] Baby, you're my oblivion.
[04:28.11]