Lyrics Joseph Arthur

Joseph Arthur

Automatic Situation

Automatic who you blame

Like a moth into the flame

Burn your wings, have scars to show

Always gone before you go

It's all down from here

(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)

The fall you prepared

(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)

Damaged pride in a twisted heart

Little thief who was never caught

Wanna give you what she earns

Souvenirs of the wings she burns

It's all down from here

(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)

The fall you prepared

(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)

It's all down from here

(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)

The fall you prepared

(Automatic, Automatic, Automatic situation)