Dreadful Sorry
Lyrics
Cut paper snowflakes hang down from the ceiling The bathwater ripples predicting an earthquake An air bubble surfaces rising to heaven Some call this living, but I call this living a lie Dreadful sorry The grandaddy longlegs is climbing the curtain The breeze from the carport smells like a tornado The sound of the turnpike comes in through the window Some call this living, but I call this living alone Dreadful sorry 'I can tell by your accent that you're from Ohio,' The pump jockey says as he's wiping the window Stumbling forward, he snaps the antenna Some call this living, but I call this living in hell Dreadful sorry
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:34
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 163 BPM