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Dance Gavin Dance - The Jiggler
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Composer
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Composer
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Composer
Will Swan
Will Swan
Composer
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I'm sick of twisting the knobs (So where is my sweet love?) I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers I turn my head and cough, like I'm calling the cops Is there something more to you than just bible study? Turn your camera on You don't wanna miss this The way the lighting shifts as it reflects off the water Below the sinking ship I feel your fingertips slipping away Can't shake the feeling now How far we've fallen down Like our best days are behind us You're the revisionist and I'm the narcissist drifting away To my sunstroke, ghost dance, gold corona Did I crack that lens, put my weight upon ya? Does the manifest dictate to love and honor? Can the creed uphold, can we repeat our mantra? Trust my luck and show my feelings Cross my fingers, cards are dealing Busting out my skull shaped ceiling Hold my fucking body back I'm still raging from the sanction You placed upon the impoverished nations Delusions of grandeur, have some patience Hold my fucking body back I can't predict the future and I can't forget the past Can't focus any longer, desperate to make this last Keep us from going under, won't waste all that we have You called it in November and it burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash Burned up in a flash Feel the hangover in my mind But this one's a different kind Losing touch with my concept of time My senses are frozen Losing touch with my concept of time My senses are frozen I'm sick of twisting the knobs, your little baby's a slob I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I think I panic a lot, not really sure what I've got I wanna love you but this house ain't built for two I'm sick of twisting the knobs (So where is my sweet love?) I think I've hidden from myself, but there's too many layers I turn my head and cough, like I'm calling the cops Is there something more to you than just bible study?
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus, Tilian Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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