Letra de Details in the Fabric (feat. James Morrison)
Saved message Hey, what's up? Uh I lo-, I just lost it It finally hit me, I fucking lost it I just blew up, fucking- My whole entire fucking apartment building I told everybody to go fuck themselves The whole, ah, I'm having a hard time hangin' on today and uh Fuck, I dunnoCalm down Deep breaths And get yourself dressed Instead Of running around And pulling on your threads and Breaking yourself up If it's a broken part, replace it If it's a broken arm, then brace it If it's a broken heart, then face itAnd hold your own Know your name, and go your own way Hold your own Know your name, and go your own way And everything will be fineHang on Help is on the way Stay strong I'm doing everythingHold your own Know your name, and go your own way Hold your own Know your name, and go your own way And everything, everything will be fine EverythingAre the details in the fabric? Are there things that make you panic? Are your thoughts results of static cling? Are there things that make you blow? Hell, no reason, go on and scream If you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all EverythingHold your own Know your name, go your own way Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?) Know your name (are there things that make you panic?) Go your own way (are your thoughts results of static cling?)Hold your own (are the details in the fabric?) Know your name (are there things that make you panic?) Go your own way (is it Mother Nature's sewing machine?) Hold your own (are there things that make you blow?) Know your name (hell, no reason, go on and scream) Go your own way (if you're shocked it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing) Everything will be fine Everything in no time at all Hearts will holdNew message Yo, what's up, man? I, uh- I dunno, man I just wanted to say that, uh You know, everything's cool with me now I mean, everything -thing will always be funky You can't stop being funkyBut it's, uh, I guess, just, um You just deal with it how it comes You deal with the humps, take the jumps I feel like you're an island of reality in an ocean of diarrhea And I love you, buddy Okay, bye