Lyrics Silversun Pickups

Silversun Pickups

Table Scraps

Woke up, seems the morning's done

Tried to laugh when I should run

Getting sick by the stale, uneaten crumbs

I found you out

Replaced the bone with a crown

And on, and on, and on

Uneasy metaphors

Searching through the table scraps

Lighting up the leftovers

I find it hard just to speak in a basic tongue

I found you out

Replaced the bone with a crown

And on, and on, and on

Inebriated roar

Remembering

If only barely

The fumbling

Fumbling

Remembering

Hollow and leaving

Eternally

I'll be kneeling

I finished a meal sown up

Who was this weaving?

How long before I wake up

Or hit the ceiling?

The radio just made it clear

That the end is coming near

A shadow lets me know that I'm still here

As I was saying

I found you out

Replaced the bone with a crown

And on, and on, and on

Uneasy metaphors

Remembering

If only barely

The fumbling

Fumbling

Remembering

Hollow and leaving

Eternally

I'll be kneeling

I found you out

Replaced the bone with a crown