Up Against The Fault letra

No call this morning, no sleep at all.
Not getting any answers searching through telephones.
Oh absence, take form.
Half cold in a king size dawn.
Breaking still despite the holding on.
Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong?
Clothes I can throw away, hair I can cut, strip or stain.
Moods I promise to turn like corners
and get out of my own way but on what chance can this stand?
With that, half a heart in some desperate plan
I dont know who it is I'm up against.
Someone tell me, What am I doing wrong?
Youre keeping me close and against and I think to a fault.
I'll have to do something each blazing morning, burns a little slow.
Is there something needs telling?
Some good that I'm not doing?
Provide some helpful point upon which I could fall
or dont suggest anything.
Its probably nothing,
its nothing if no one can see that theres anything wrong.

Blueline Medic - Letras

• At Least We Had A War
• Cathedral
• Cotton Oriental Pants
• Exit Strategy
• From The Loft
• Loss
• Making The Noveau Riche
• Not Interested
• Over The Lawn
• Perfect Son
• Plight 217
• Scotch In The Clown
• Shopping With A Cartesian
• Shuffle And Scrape
• Sleepyhead
• Somnambulist
• Swan Song Wwan Dive
• Text Bomb
• The cheat
• The Moment Hasn't Come
• They'll Let You Know
• Up Against The Fault
• Upright
• Welcome Paradox
• Where You Are
• Write Us