Plastic

I wonder why
I don't know what you see?
Of course I care,
I won't pretend.

It's just a thought,
I've said enough.
Don't you know life turns me?
Always wants me?
I can hardly pray.

I could try
But don't know what you hear.
'Cause in my heart
You were so clear.

It's just a thought,
I've said enough.
Don't you know life turns me?
Always wants me?
I can hardly pray.

On your stage,
A show that you create
All by yourself.
I am nowhere.

You never noticed,
You were so sure.
Don't you know life turns me?
Always wants me?
I can hardly pray.


zang: Beth Gibbons
clarinet: Team Brick
schrijver: ; Geoff Barrow; Adrian Utley
Taal: Engels
Sfeer: Melancholy; Dramatic; Reflective; Passionate; Ominous; Brooding; Cathartic; Gloomy; Intense; Volatile; Searching; Lush; Hypnotic; Nocturnal; Uncompromising; Tense/Anxious; Complex; Eerie; Trippy; Paranoid; Unsettling; Fractured; Atmospheric; Spooky; Difficult
Thema: Heartache; Introspection; Late Night; Reflection; Solitude; Scary Music; The Creative Side
Stijl: Alternative/Indie Rock; Adult Alternative Pop/Rock; Electronica; Trip-Hop