Scared of Lots of Everything - Biffy Clyro

You’re a floating work of art

Just out of eyesight

Over our heads

I’m a missing piece of

Your puzzled expression

Over and out

I’m not the same

But I can change

The things you say

So don’t complain

And I wish I could change back

I’m not the same

But I can change

The things you say

So don’t complain

And I wish I could change back

I’m a bubble bursting out

The speed of our infants

Over tonight

And finding chocolate bars

Stashed in a coffin

Over and out

I’m not the same

But I can change

The things you say

So don’t complain

And I wish I could change back

I’m not the same

But I can change

The things you say

So don’t complain

And I wish I could change back

This could hide a fire

If there’s room, you can rock it tight

Girls are dressing up in twos

And does it feel

Real enough for you

Real enough for

You

You

You

Under the floorboards

There’s a tonne of gold

Under the floorboards

There’s a tonne of gold

How does it feel

To have a magical place called home

All of God’s affection

And my eyes sewn

How does it feel

To have a magical place called home

All of God’s affection

And my eyes sewn