Lyrics:

Beg him to tell us a story
He's gonna wake up, nobody worry
Ticking harmless, there in the background
Nothing to fall for
No one to put down
Asking "How am I waiting, why am I waiting for everything to be okay?"
Asking "How am I waiting, procrastinating, Oh everything will be okay? Well nothing's ever okay here."

- You want to 
I've got it all collecting
Talking to a pretense, are you really my friend?
Sew it all together, make a voodoo girl.
Are you really my friend, are you real
Enna yuk'yu mai
Enna Yuk'yu made
Create somebody - Enna yuk'yu made
Tear up your body - Tear it all up for somebody
Recycle somebody

- You want to
I've got it all collecting
Talking to a pretense, desperate for the moment when,
- You want to
Live the wrong direction
Which one is right again?
Relax on a pincushion

In the back of a car, kicking out a light
Screaming now it's gone too far
One the sidewalk at an intersection in the dark
A plain van almost hits you as it turns to park
Running after it, you're pissed as hell and torn apart
Living inconvenience, choices - with an open heart
Slow your pace up to the empty window left ajar
Lose your breath as you lock eyes with her restraints and scars

Impressive.
You got us a story, something to make up
Without feeling sorry
And give me a shadow, to put in the background
Forced into watching without making a sound

I don't know how I feel about you.

Temporal ft Veela - No Story [FREE DOWNLOAD]

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O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

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Temporal ft Veela - No Story [FREE DOWNLOAD]

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