Everything Else Has Gone Wrong

Aching for a word and the words are not coming I can paint it with a speech bubble Sing a motif, rub it into my teeth Glisten white, eyes shut And my tongue starred wrong But I'm listening right Well, come on and get something Onto to my rung Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung Come on and get something Onto to my rung Keep the stereo on Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Aching for a word, I can feel my mind running I can chase it till I'm seeing blood Dark, red coat on the side of my throat When you heard each sound Did you swallow it down Tasting every word? Then come on and get something Onto to my rung Where the cords and the notes are the only thing sung Come on and get something Onto to my rung Keep the stereo on Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong Everything else has gone wrong I guess I found my peace again And yes, I found my second wind I guess I found my peace again And yes, I found my second wind I guess I found my peace again And yes, I found my second wind I guess I found my peace again And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found some hope again And yes, I found my peace again And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my peace again And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found some hope again And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found my second wind And yes, I found some hope again --- Everything Else Has Gone Wrong - Bombay Bicycle Club