Cold Feet - Spacey Jane

The right time, sitting on the front lawn

I can’t seem to take it, feelings of estrangement

Well, shake up, read my words back to me

I can’t seem to fake it, feelings of afraid

In dirty socks and bamboo pots

In between a smoke-filled breath

Between the smoke-filled breaths

My mind’s a playground of half-thought thoughts

And I can’t get my head around it

Aching with playground taunts

I eat my words with appetite

And it’s the wrong time, sitting on the back lawn

You can’t seem to take it, feelings of estrangement

Oh, shake up, say your words back to you

You can’t seem to fake it, feelings of afraid

Oh, in dirty socks and bamboo pots

In between a smoke-filled breath

Between the smoke-filled breaths

My mind’s a playground of half-thought thoughts

But I can’t get my head around it

Aching with playground taunts

I eat my words with appetite

Lying in my bed, right next to me (With cold feet)

And I can’t see your face

It’s the coldest day I’ve felt (For ages)

And I can’t read without turning pages

Ah, when everything is nothing

My mind’s a-