Headlights (Stripped) - Nick Wilson

Cut deep and I'm still alive I'll talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried (ooh) Cut deep and I'm still alive I talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried Don't speak when I talk, man God speed when I walk, man I speak from my chest, man I bounce back when I lost, scraped off all the rust I'm just really tryna rock now What you think, I'm done for? What you think, I'm not strong? Well, I'm just tryna move along Cut deep and I'm still alive I'll talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried (ooh) Cut deep and I'm still alive I'll talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried I'm about to cause a damn ruckus How you bleed when you bleed nothin'? How you sing when you can't trust 'em? Oh, Jesus, please let me feel somethin' I swear I had to be alone I swear I don't pick up the phone I just keep movin' 'til I'm numb Well, I just try to see the sun Cut deep and I'm still alive I'll talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried (ooh) Cut deep and I'm still alive I'll talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried I'm behind the wall Honest smile, reprieved to try and see it all I'm not scared to talk They won't fix ya, they ain't with ya They won't muzzle the mouth that just bit ya Cut deep and I'm still alive I'll talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried Cut deep and I'm still alive I'll talk my shit 'til the day I die, 'cause Oh, baby, I live (ooh) Oh, baby, I tried

Oh, oh, oh, mm I'm building this house on the moon Like a lost astronaut Looking at you like a star From a place the world forgot And there's nothing that I can do Except bury my love for you The brightness of the sun will give me just enough To bury my love in the moondust I long to hear your voice, but still I make the choice To bury my love in the moondust Nothing can breathe in the space Colder than the darkest sea I have dreams about the days Drivin' through your sunset breeze And the first thing that I will do Is bury my love for you The brightness of the sun will give me just enough To bury my love in the moondust I long to hear your voice, but still I make the choice To bury my love in the moondust I'm a castaway and then reap what they sow And I say what I know to be true I'm livin' far away on the face of the moon I've buried my love to give the world to you The brightness of the sun will give me just enough To bury my love in the moondust I long to hear your voice, but still I make the choice To bury my love in the moondust

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour