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Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire
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Waiting to Talk
Lyricist:Andrew Wegman Bird
Everybody's talking Nobody's listening And everybody's sweating And nobody's glistening
Nobody knows what he's thinking Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking And it seems kind of creepy Seems like the kind that stalks
Nobody knows when he's sinking Always looks so pensive whether or not he's thinking And to him it seems, to him it screams Everyone's just waiting to talk
And everyone's waiting to talk, Lord It's all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls In the bus stations, bathroom stalls Yeah, it seems everyone's just waiting to talk
What must he be thinking? Can we even guess? He's not really linking Himself with the rest Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Does he know our big secret? Has one of us confessed? 'Bout the wires circuits and motors And are buried in our chest
And it's all just a pointless equation This parabolic conversation Like two distinct lines Never the twain shall meet Never? No never
Nobody knows what he's thinking Doesn't really step out even when he's drinking Yes, to him it seems to certain extremes That everyone's waiting to talk
And everyone's waiting to talk, Lord It's all so terribly awkward on the verandas in the front halls Everybody's talking, nobody's listening Everybody's sweating, nobody's glistening
And so it seems that Everyone's just waiting to talk
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