The Minor Canon
The Minor Canon - The Rockets Countdown songtekst
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I have to tell you I don't see past your eyes As I walk my fingers on your skin The rockets countdown comes to five Wishing you were somewhere that I haven't been I feel bad Though I haven't said a thing So close that I could hear your breath, the rockets hiss All my thoughts to my confession But no words come out my mouth, give you a kiss Looking for a new obsession I feel bad Though I haven't said a thing I feel bad Though I haven't said a thing to you, I'm sorry dear, My narcissistic mind is twisted into knots Ooooh, I'm sorry dear (x7) I feel bad Though I haven't said a thing I feel bad Though I haven't said a thing to you my dear I'm sorry that My narcissistic mind is twisted into knots.