I can't help it, it's automatic
Got an itch and I've gotta scratch it
Finger twitch I'm a shot through the static
Til I stop on a channel, can you see me landing?
Sinking in so dim the lights
Gotta grin when it feels this right
Drown the wolves that howl out, I might
Not have much sleep to lose tonight
So choose bright screens over sheep
Keep them alive so I won't have to see
My face in the dead TV getting lit
From below by the laptop glow
Twilight zone style, get outta here Finchley
I could be rich even that wouldn't fix me
Write new songs and I don't sing pitchy
But I'm up all night long like Lionel Richie
Don't really look at myself in the mirror
I just check my hair
Smooth my clothes, watch my shows
Disappear
I can't explain it, it's like a flavour
Tip of the tongue tied up to savour
Making it up now no eraser
Got a smell in my nose that I can't put to paper
But I can recreate it, I can make you taste it
Spice right, make sure to baste it
With a little bit of luck and a pinch of patience
I'm amazing when I know where I'm aiming
I'm aiming high, but I'm kinda shy
So don't ask me why just take a bite
Even if it's not your type you will be like
That guy sure knows what he likes, alright
I want a whole that's greater
Than the sum of all its parts
I wanna bare my soul but only
Share it through my art
I wanna to have control but still
Reflect what's in my heart, in here
Then disappear

INVIA LE CORREZIONI