Now our footprints in the carpet are just crop circles crop circles when did our vibration turn to awkward bits of friction.
Crop circles in the carpet song.
The song is performed with the sole accompaniment being the sound produced by a harmonizer digitech vocalist workstation creating an altered a cappella sound.
Trains and sewing machines.
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
In case you fucking forgot when did our vacation turn to fossils and to fiction.
The dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling spin me round again and rub my eyes.
Crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling.
All those years they were here first.
Where pleasure moments hung before the take over.
Oily marks appear on walls.
Spin me round again.
Heap has been reluctant to say exactly what inspired this song but most of what she s said indicates that she wrote this song about the separation of her parents when she was 12 and her father finding a new wife.
Inspired by the song hide and seek by imogen heap.
This can t be happening.
The dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling spin me around again and.
When busy streets amass with people would stop to hold their heads heavy.
What the hell is going on.
When busy streets a mess with people.
Crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling verse 2 spin me round again and rub my eyes this can t be happening when busy streets amass with people who would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Jon bellion mylon hayde when did our apartment turn to ruins on an island.
In case you fucking forgot all we do is fight and now we can t break the addiction oh i do not know i do not know.
Crop circles in the carpet means the furniture has been moved out and all that is left are crop circle imprints.
G c i m in the upside down em d bm we used to dance around the apartment c em g bm now our footprints in the carpet are just outro c em d now our footprints in the carpet are just crop circles crop c footprints in the carpet are just crop circles crop circles.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
Where lovers used to live but.
Trains and sewing machines.
And rub my eyes this can t be happening.
Oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before.
They were here first.