Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel? Or just 20,000 people
standing in a field. And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is. But
that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's & wizz. And tell me when the
spaceship lands 'cos all this has just got to mean something. In the middle of
the nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh
yeah the pirate radio station told us what is going down. Got the tickets from
some f*cked up bloke in Camden Town. Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where
it is. But that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's & wizz. At 4 o'clock
the normal world seems very, very, very far away. Alright. In the middle of the
nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning.Oh then you come down. Just
keep on moving? Everybody asks your name, they say we're all the same and it's «
nice one », « geezer » but that's as far as the conversation went. I lost my
friends, I dance alone, it's 6 o'clock I wanna go home. But it's « no way », «
not today », makes you wonder what it meant. And this hollow feeling grows and
grows and grows and grows, and you want to phone your mother and say « Mother, I
can never come again 'cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain
somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire ». Alright. In the middle of the
nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh
then you come down. What if you never come down?
Pulp - Syliva Lyrics
Pulp - Syliva Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel? Or just 20,000 people
standing in a field. And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is. But
that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's & wizz. And tell me when the
spaceship lands 'cos all this has just got to mean something. In the middle of
the nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh
yeah the pirate radio station told us what is going down. Got the tickets from
some f*cked up bloke in Camden Town. Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where
it is. But that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's & wizz. At 4 o'clock
the normal world seems very, very, very far away. Alright. In the middle of the
nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning.Oh then you come down. Just
keep on moving? Everybody asks your name, they say we're all the same and it's «
nice one », « geezer » but that's as far as the conversation went. I lost my
friends, I dance alone, it's 6 o'clock I wanna go home. But it's « no way », «
not today », makes you wonder what it meant. And this hollow feeling grows and
grows and grows and grows, and you want to phone your mother and say « Mother, I
can never come again 'cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain
somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire ». Alright. In the middle of the
nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh
then you come down. What if you never come down?
standing in a field. And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is. But
that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's & wizz. And tell me when the
spaceship lands 'cos all this has just got to mean something. In the middle of
the nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh
yeah the pirate radio station told us what is going down. Got the tickets from
some f*cked up bloke in Camden Town. Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where
it is. But that's okay 'cos we're all sorted out for E's & wizz. At 4 o'clock
the normal world seems very, very, very far away. Alright. In the middle of the
nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning.Oh then you come down. Just
keep on moving? Everybody asks your name, they say we're all the same and it's «
nice one », « geezer » but that's as far as the conversation went. I lost my
friends, I dance alone, it's 6 o'clock I wanna go home. But it's « no way », «
not today », makes you wonder what it meant. And this hollow feeling grows and
grows and grows and grows, and you want to phone your mother and say « Mother, I
can never come again 'cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain
somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire ». Alright. In the middle of the
nite, it feels alright, but then tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. Oh
then you come down. What if you never come down?