Tired Eyes
minimalist, ambient, experimental romantic 40s swing, phunk, funk, saxophone, violin drop, old soft male vocals, experimental, fuzz guitar, fast
Tired Eyes
minimalist, ambient, experimental romantic 40s swing, phunk, funk, saxophone, violin drop, old soft male vocals, experimental, fuzz guitar, fast
Lyrics
Verse
Oh the day is a fever
Got a clock and it's not running out
Oh my hands are not steady
The ones I used to be so proud of
I got one thing left to do
And it's the one thing I can't do
Pre-Chorus
All day long
Chorus
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Verse 2
I don't care
But my blood's boiling like a slow cook
All my friends
Keep saying
"Well
It's just the way it is"
It's not a threat
But if I keep on like this
Then I might go
They say
"Not yet"
And I know
And I know
Chorus
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Tired eyes
And they're always looking down
Verse 3
Can I turn this on its head?
Do I need to go to bed?
Can I turn this on its head?
Do I need to go to bed?
Can I turn this on its head?
Do I need to go to bed?
Can I turn this on its head?
Do I need to go to bed?