Upcoming Concerts for Tropic Gold
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tropic Gold
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Thompson
Songwriter
Jacob Parris
Songwriter
Lyrics
There's a taste, there’s a taste
That you crave but can’t describe
Take a bite, if it's right
Couldn’t fight your appetite
Lucid dream but items
It's so real that I can't speak
Waking ups not enough
Got me lost so endlessly
I’m stuck in the water
My neck down to my feet
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
So bored of the feeling
When your eyes roll back on me
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
Im sorry that you feel that way
Im sorry that you feel that way
Breathe
Catch your breath, catch your breath
Like it's thrown from way up high,
Take a rest, see the mess
That your lungs are in, ask why?
Im struggling with struggling
I’m stuck in the water
My neck down to my feet
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
So bored of the feeling
When your eyes roll back on me
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
Im sorry that you feel that way
Im sorry that you feel that way
Im sorry that you feel that way
Im sorry that you feel that way
I’m stuck in the water
My neck down to my feet
Do you wanna hear
Written by: Jacob Parris, Joshua Thompson