What You're Scared Of - Desperate Journalist

What You're Scared Of Lyrics

The big becomes the little
And the little comes big
It rushes into
My mind like a sieve
And the summer was made
Of aluminium and rust
Blood mixed with lemon
And a breach of trust
With a sun too bright
With a sun too bright
With a sun too bright
Finally here they are fading in again
Feathery with reverie, flicking fast from now to then
Love is a glamour which means I've been lied to
Love is a verb and a space where a thousand words can't hide you

Displacing a moment, a kick in the teeth
You spit sweat, lips wet, swept off your feet
Do you even have any principles
Or are you just in the trust of lust at regular intervals
First in the infants and last in your teens
You wander, go under, lover like a bad dream
Performing your pain in a shadow of fairness
And who knew that self-loathing is not self-awareness
That's what you're scared of
That's what you're scared of)
The big becomes little and the little comes big
It rushes into my mind like a sieve
The big becomes little and the little comes big
It rushes into my mind like a sieve
My mind like a sieve
The big becomes little and the little comes big
My mind like a sieve
My mind like a sieve
Lyrics Submitted by Commander Kakapo