The Pulse – Editors – letras

How do I dodge the dirty looks?You remember the path we tookPeople embrace the same old thingsThrow it away, let’s make pretendYou accomplish and you destroyIf you want the end, then I’m your boyPeople embrace the same ideasThrow it away, let’s make pretendHow can I frame the things we’ve saidAnd navigate night through a dawn [?]People embrace the same ideasThrow it away, let’s make pretendLittle heart and soulLittle space and timeLittle love and peaceLittle crack on the mindIn the wind is the lightIn the wind is the pulseOh, little heart and soulLittle space and timeLittle love and peaceLittle crack on the mindIn the wind is the lightIn the wind is the pulseI’m a war machineIt’s the same ideaOver and over againThe storm is hereIt’s the same ideaOver and over againThe storm is hereThe storm is hereThe storm is hereLittle heart and soulLittle space and timeLittle love and peaceLittle crack on the mindIn the wind is the lightIn the wind is the pulseOh, little heart and soulLittle space and timeLittle love and peaceLittle crack on the mindIn the wind is the lightIn the wind is the pulseI’m a war machineI’m a war machineIt’s the same ideaOver and over againThe storm is hereIt’s the same ideaOver and over againThe storm is hereThe storm is hereIt’ll hurt you babyIt’ll hurt you babeIt’ll hurt you babyLittle heart and soulLittle space and timeLittle love and peaceLittle crack on the mindIn the wind is the lightIn the wind is the pulseOh, little heart and soulLittle space and timeLittle love and peaceLittle crack on the mindIn the wind is the lightIn the wind is the pulseI’m a war machineI’m a war machineIt’s the same ideaOver and over againThe storm is hereIt’s the same ideaOver and over againThe storm is hereIt’ll hurt you baby, it’ll hurtIt’ll hurt you baby, it’ll hurtIt’ll hurt you baby, it’ll hurtIt’ll hurt you baby, it’ll hurt