Lyrics

Ticking clock upon the shelf And tallies on the wall Locked inside an unlocked room And missing all your calls Shutting off and tuning out When I should be tuning in To where you're at and what you say And yet the room still spins What you put into motion Ain't gonna stop on your dime So go swim against your tide Refuse to swallow all your pride The wave won't stop So you might as well catch the wave And take the ride I'm a three ring circus on fire And the ringmaster's MIA The animals are out for blood And I'm bound to spread the flames The only one who can put this out Is the arsonist inside This spinning unlocked room As time keeps ticking by What you put into motion Ain't gonna stop on your dime So go swim against your tide Refuse to swallow all your pride The wave won't stop So you might as well catch the wave And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Oh yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Oh take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Whoa-oh, oh, yeah I'm sitting here, trapped and wondering why All these things are happening outside So wake me up and make me realize I'm the villain and the hero But the hero's gonna save tonight (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Whoa Whoa Yeah Whoa, Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Ooo Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Oooh Oh these lonely days Are feeding my innocence As I'm on my way back home Yeah that little slice of heaven Is all I've ever needed Now I'm on my way again Oh these lonely days Are feeding my innocence As I'm on my way back home Yeah that little slice of heaven Is all I've ever needed Now I'm on my way again Yeah What you put into motion Ain't gonna stop on your dime So go swim against your tide Refuse to swallow all your pride The wave won't stop So you might as well (catch the wave) Yeah you might as well (catch the wave) Yeah you might as well catch the wave And take the ride (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa...) Mmmmm Whoa, whoa, whoa... Ticking clock upon the shelf And tallies on the wall
Writer(s): Benjamin Guiles, Phillip Freeman, Jonathan O Neill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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