I sit alone in the couch of an orange room
and I feel like a neon candle,
and I lay down in a bed tied up to a broom
and I feel like a neon candle
Shining with electric light,
faking being burned inside,
waxing all the streets on flight,
feels like a neon candle tonight,
waterworks and firefalls,
pots growing over the walls,
falling in love at last sight,
wearing green and blue it’s alright
Make the peace to get the war,
break the border to close the door,
fire the worker to open the store,
having everything to ask for more
Shave your head to be warm,
sunbathing under the storm,
falling up from the first floor,
putting lead on your feet to soar
I sit alone in the couch of an orange room
and I feel like a neon candle,
and I lay down in a bed tied up to a broom
and I feel like a neon candle
(x2)
Olive oil and water together,
be a backseat driver forever,
doing floor climbing for a year,
lick the cigarette with a tear,
leave the fruit and eat the pit,
sing without following the beat,
wear sunglasses for the rain,
stab yourself to feel no pain
Where are these thoughts coming from?
What’s happening to me?
What’s going oi?
I think I’m starting to like it
I sit alone in the couch of an orange room
and I feel like a neon candle,
and I lay down in a bed tied up to a broom
and I feel like a neon candle
(x2)
