Lyrics Róisín Murphy

Róisín Murphy

Thoughts Wasted

Don't call me up wasted

Senselessly jabbering on

Don't talk to me like that

You're picking me up all wrong

You came to your conclusions

And I will come to mine

I'm all about your opinions

Not about letting you cry

Don't hide your emotions

So twisted up inside

Don't you call me up so wasted

Don't talk to me when you're high

I can't seem to get it, a word in edge-ways

Sound like you're forgetting

The things that you said

I just wanna let the love in edge-ways

So I'm gonna wait until you come to your senses

I know, I know, I know

I've heard it all a million times before

And if you've something new to add...

Running away with yourselves

Galloping on

At an impossible speed

Like nothing is wrong

Hurtling into space

You're too far gone

You better be off your face

Running away with yourselves

Galloping on

At an impossible speed

Like nothing is wrong

Hurtling into space

You're too far gone

Seething, a quiver of cobras has a vitality

An intimate enemy, resentment, a lounge of dragons

Like mold, resentment grows

Unforgiveable; there's no way to be good

There's simply many ways to be more or less bad

He had to find religion to measure his evil against

Too much information, too much time has passed

Too much history

Humans are fucked, a smack of a jelly fish

So complex, even the most simple of us

Needing one another

In the wake of resentment

Only broken hearts shattered souls