Nigel & The Dropout - Consent For Lent lyrics

Technically we still came out ahead Somewhere between here and my aching f**ing head Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge With a broken voice on a telephone You look for a place to call alone I am here, I am near and I won't say no In a familiar drug sick state of grace Where a beautiful song is a beautiful place Supposedly we still came out ahead Somewhere between here and what wasn't said Full in color but empty inside, we appear absolute but misaligned Speak to me my starving soul, crave my hands and watch them throw you for a loop and off the edge With a broken voice on a telephone You look for a place to call alone I am here, I am near and I won't say no Getting lost is not a waste of time If you find a space and pace of mind Getting lost is not a waste of time If you find a space and pace of mind Try so hard to moments waste Just to feel a colors taste Speak to me Speak to me Speak to me