Text: Curve. Coast Is Clear.

Above my bed, in this ugly room
Hangs the whisper of the same man

You can't be my father, for the love we've shown
It's just a little to me, it's never enough to swallow those pills
Now I'm sick and always will be

Take it, I don't want it, you can have what you like
Just don't try to trick me to sleep, then turn out those lights

You can't be my father, for the love we've shown
It's just a little to me, it's never enough to swallow those pills
Now I'm sick and I always will be

Dreams of meeting truth, be my father
Dreams of meeting truth, for the love

I said, you can't be my father, for the love we've shown
It's just a little to me, it's never enough to swallow those pills
Now I'm sick, now I'm sick, now I'm sick

Just when you thought it was alright
Just when you thought it was alright

Coast is clear, coast is clear
Coast is clear, coast is clear
Coast is clear, coast is clear
Coast is clear, coast is clear