Coma Boy Songtext

von Rebecca Clements

He comes in on his cloud
Avoids my eyes and sits down
Lifts his cup to his mouth
Makes to talk, won't come out.
Minutes pass, I give up
Push his buttons, saying stuff
Nothing stirred, nothing spilled
The way he stares, it gives me chills.

Coma-boy, what's going on inside?
Come on, boy, just don't switch off and die.
If I scratch your arm, spit in your eye
Wont you try, try, try
To come around, Coma-boy?

I speak and you smoke
There's a lump in your throat,
Where the words will get caught
Till they're forever lost.
Take you pulse, take your things
Take your long constant dream
Hang a vacancy sign
On your eyes cos
You're out of town

Coma-boy, what's going on inside?
Come on, boy, just don't switch off and die.
If I scratch your arm, spit in your eye
Wont you try, try, try
To come around, Coma-boy?
Come around, Coma-boy.
Come around, Coma-boy.
Come around, Coma-boy.

If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?
If I'm somebody not nobody
Why am I holding your cold body?