Letras

Stop with the small talk, won't you?
Don't wanna feed the nightmare
Your sharp memory talks
I hear it 'round the room
Don't wanna hear no more
Yeah, no more from you
Stop with the small talk, won't you?
I don't wanna feed the nightmare
Your sharp memory talks
I hear it 'round the room
Don't wanna hear no more
Yeah, no more from you
And you no longer seem to cope
With what you ask for
But if you haven't gone back
Well, how can you start again?
This hotel is torn apart
And I'm stuck in it before I start
When I breathe, does it show?
But the more I learn, the less I know
Stop with the small talk, won't you?
Don't wanna feed the nightmare
Your sharp memory talks
I hear it 'round the room
Don't wanna hear no more
Yeah, no more from you
No, there's not enough to crawl back
Because you have to realize
That if you choose to start again
You're gonna leave me mid-air
And you no longer seem to cope
With what you ask for
And you no longer seem to cope
With what you ask for
So, stop with the small talk, won't you?
Don't wanna feed the nightmare
Your sharp memory talks
I hear it 'round the room
Don't wanna hear no more
Yeah, no more from you
So, stop with the small-talk, won't you?
I don't wanna hear the nightmare
Your sharp memory talks
I hear it 'round the room
Don't wanna hear no more
Yeah, no more from you
And you no longer seem to cope
With what you ask for
And you no longer seem to cope
With what you ask for
And you no longer seem to cope
With what you ask for
And you no longer seem to cop
With what you ask for
This hotel is torn apart
(And you no longer seem to cope)
But I'm stuck in it before I start
(With what you asked for)
When I breathe, does it show?
(And you no longer seem to cope)
But the more I learn
(With what you asked for)
This hotel is torn apart
I'm stuck in it before I start
When I breathe, does it show?
But the more I learn, the less I know
This hotel is torn apart
I'm stuck in it before I start
When I breathe, does it show?
But the more I learn, the less I know
This hotel is torn apart
I'm stuck in it before I start
When I breathe, does it show?
But the more I learn, the less I know
This hotel is torn apart
I'm stuck in it before I start
When I breathe, does it show?
But the more I learn, the less I know
Written by: Gus Seyffert, Joey Waronker, Laura Bettinson, Nigel Godrich
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