Foals - Albatross

You got an albatross around your neck
Around your neck
You got one hundred broken lightbulbs
above your head
They said that you had it coming
but I wouldn't bet
Cause you got a slowly ticking time bomb
and then you see red
Sunblind
Sunblind
You got an albatross around your neck
Around your neck
You got a pile of broken
wishbones under your bed
And you got a hungry green eyed
monster that you keep fed
And it keeps on coming over
it wants you dead
Sunblind
Sunblind
You burnt the lungs
That your ancestors created
You sat by the banks
Of the river and you waited
Till time rolled back
And the water had abated
You drank your share
But you still could not be sated
Quicksands of the mind
And the sinkholes you may find
When you look through
The twisting of the vines
The twisting of the vines
Time comes round
The game is itching at your bone
Chill wind comes round
It's blowing through your home
Quicksands of the mind
And the sinkholes you may find
When you look through
The twisting of the vines
You burnt the lungs
That your ancestors created
You sat by the banks
Of the river and you waited
Till time rolled back
And the water had abated
You drank your share
But you still could not be sated
You said you're scared
Of the clocks that keep ticking over
We'll find a way
For a life that's worth living over
Again and again
For a life that's worth living over
Again and again
You got an albatross around your neck
Around your neck
You got one hundred broken lightbulbs
above your head
They said that you had it coming
but I wouldn't bet
Cause you got a slowly ticking time bomb
and then you see red
Sunblind
Sunblind
You got an albatross around your neck
Around your neck
You got a pile of broken
wishbones under your bed
And you got a hungry green eyed
monster that you keep fed
And it keeps on coming over
it wants you dead
Sunblind
Sunblind
You burnt the lungs
That your ancestors created
You sat by the banks
Of the river and you waited
Till time rolled back
And the water had abated
You drank your share
But you still could not be sated
Quicksands of the mind
And the sinkholes you may find
When you look through
The twisting of the vines
The twisting of the vines
Time comes round
The game is itching at your bone
Chill wind comes round
It's blowing through your home
Quicksands of the mind
And the sinkholes you may find
When you look through
The twisting of the vines
You burnt the lungs
That your ancestors created
You sat by the banks
Of the river and you waited
Till time rolled back
And the water had abated
You drank your share
But you still could not be sated
You said you're scared
Of the clocks that keep ticking over
We'll find a way
For a life that's worth living over
Again and again
For a life that's worth living over
Again and again

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