Bad Magic - Weyes Blood

Get out of bed

Put on some clothes

And find your shoes

At least there’s nothing more

You could really lose, now is there?

Drink a cup, had enough

The sky don’t shine on me anymore

Since I been staring here at this floor

For too many days

Lost my way

And got on this train that’s running away

It’s carried me this far

But now I can’t stay

Now, oh-oh

Pretty bad magic

Pretty tragic

On a runaway train

And I’m not going insane

Things just don’t stay the same

And I must find a new way

Make the best of death

And love what’s left

You’re not just a time bomb

Just 'cause you went off

Don’t mean you’re scattered

Everywhere

It’s still there in the palms of your hands

Just give it one more chance

Don’t wait to understand

Just find a new way

Pretty bad magic

Pretty tragic

On a runaway train

And I’m not going insane

Things just don’t stay the same

And I must find a new way

One more day

My soul can give

It’ll work out for me

When I need the man

That makes the blind see

Through me

See through me

See through me