Jack Mc Manus Bang On The Piano (СТС)

I wonder, if you could be, my therapy, It s kind of awkward, but obvious, It s what I need, I m not Michaelangelo painting a ceiling, But you re the last shade of red that I ve been missing. There s not a pill that I can take, You re just a habit that I can t I ll bang on this piano til the feeling has come, I m standing on the edge but my feet can t jump, Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue and I won t stop, Until the feeling has gone. It s barely 4 in the morning, still can t sleep, And that blanket wrapped around you, Wish that was me, But I m just one more cynical dreamer, I ve had a dream like I m putting up a hand, pretending I don t care, There s not a pill that I can take, You re just a habit, That I can t I ll bang on this piano til the feeling has come, I m standing on the edge but my feet can t jump, Stumbling the words on the back of my tongue and I won t stop, Until the feeling has gone. I don t need to know where we re going, I just need to scream