TV on the Radio - Shout Me Out |
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Shout Me Out
TV on the Radio Storm, cast me out So I can feel it in another way I won't talk about Warm passenger's high If I could feed it for another day It might run me dry I know the season's evolved to a freeze Putting hearts in the balance here It's up to your knees And it's shifting degrees And it's choking your atmosphere Storm, wind me out So I can feel it in another way They won't talk about Worn masochist's sigh A distant figure in a photograph Another eye I know your reason is stalled And your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind And it's broken your atmosphere But should you find it obscene in that grey Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord if you've got lungs C'mon shout me out I know the freeze has unthawed And it's putting your love into action dear It's off in the breeze and it's shifting degrees And it's opened your atmosphere So should you decide it's obscene in that grey Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord if you've got lungs C'mon shout me out |
