Should of known--It's the reason that you're living alone.
Concentrated on how they feel--cbout you through a glass eye wrapped in steel.
It's your foley---like a fake sound,
Cdded to your film to make you feel more profound.
It's your body on a fallen night,
Occupied with the same blind view of life.
It's that simple little feeling of a sterile kind of life
Your eyes kept shut, until the glare becomes the sun.
Should of known--But the same sands under your skin now.
Grain to grain as they watch you go
Sink into a place that you don't know, no!
It's that simple little feeling of a sterile kind of life
Your eyes kept shut, until the glare becomes the sun.
It keeps you warm--as you fall into another lie
That keeps you wrong.
Nausea in Paradise.
The simple little pleasures that can keep you far from life.
So you shut it down
Like the mill on the hill you're silent now.
No timber left to burn.
So you blend in with surroundings now.
Looking back--Looking back--Looking back--It keeps you warm--as you fall into another lie
That keeps you wrong.
Nausea in Paradise.
The simple little pleasures that can keep you far from life.
Plastic Picnic - Nausea in Paradise Lyrics
Plastic Picnic - Nausea in Paradise Lyrics
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Should of known--It's the reason that you're living alone.
Concentrated on how they feel--cbout you through a glass eye wrapped in steel.
It's your foley---like a fake sound,
Cdded to your film to make you feel more profound.
It's your body on a fallen night,
Occupied with the same blind view of life.
It's that simple little feeling of a sterile kind of life
Your eyes kept shut, until the glare becomes the sun.
Should of known--But the same sands under your skin now.
Grain to grain as they watch you go
Sink into a place that you don't know, no!
It's that simple little feeling of a sterile kind of life
Your eyes kept shut, until the glare becomes the sun.
It keeps you warm--as you fall into another lie
That keeps you wrong.
Nausea in Paradise.
The simple little pleasures that can keep you far from life.
So you shut it down
Like the mill on the hill you're silent now.
No timber left to burn.
So you blend in with surroundings now.
Looking back--Looking back--Looking back--It keeps you warm--as you fall into another lie
That keeps you wrong.
Nausea in Paradise.
The simple little pleasures that can keep you far from life.
Concentrated on how they feel--cbout you through a glass eye wrapped in steel.
It's your foley---like a fake sound,
Cdded to your film to make you feel more profound.
It's your body on a fallen night,
Occupied with the same blind view of life.
It's that simple little feeling of a sterile kind of life
Your eyes kept shut, until the glare becomes the sun.
Should of known--But the same sands under your skin now.
Grain to grain as they watch you go
Sink into a place that you don't know, no!
It's that simple little feeling of a sterile kind of life
Your eyes kept shut, until the glare becomes the sun.
It keeps you warm--as you fall into another lie
That keeps you wrong.
Nausea in Paradise.
The simple little pleasures that can keep you far from life.
So you shut it down
Like the mill on the hill you're silent now.
No timber left to burn.
So you blend in with surroundings now.
Looking back--Looking back--Looking back--It keeps you warm--as you fall into another lie
That keeps you wrong.
Nausea in Paradise.
The simple little pleasures that can keep you far from life.
Writer: CHRISTOPHER EMILE PANERIO, GORDON CRAIG TAYLOR, LINCOLN DANIEL LUTE, MARSHALL ODINN HUNT
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave