Ahacoma - Comfort Coma Lyrics

People my age are willing thunder
People my age are built to wander
People my age are growing younger
People my age turn into watchers
Under covers treading water
Bedroom weather Comfort Coma
People my age are going under
People my age are woven into big warm blankets
Oh how I wonder while I catch the cold
So I'll chase a clown to the edge of history
Where hindsight could be no more than 50/50
Whether you've been to one or too many rodeos
People my age are all-but-goners
Dead men walking organ donors
Built to echo time before us
People my age are growing older too
People my age are woven into big warm blankets
Oh how I wonder while I catch the cold
So I'll chase a clown to the edge of history
Where hindsight could be no more than 50/50
Whether you've been to one or too many rodeos
Whatever shape was in the cloud
Has drifted deep into your thoughts
Space cowboy keep practicing your lassoing
The answer written in the sand
Made a deep impression in your head
Space cowboy keep practicing your lassoing
Keep echoing the time before (h)ours
Space cowboy keep practicing your lassoing