Brett Anderson

Isolation


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Tape round the door
Her face in the dirt
Fall to the floor
Like your strings are cut

The charm of a doll
With tape round its eyes
No one to call
No light gets inside

It's isolation, it's isolation, it's isolation
(Living is isolation)
No temptation, no sensation, it's isolation
(Living is isolation)
It's isolation…

Tomorrow I'll try
To reach the outside
Shit in my hair
And tape round my eyes

A bolt on the door
A face in the dirt
Fall to the floor
Like your strings are cut

It's isolation, it's isolation, it's isolation
(Living is isolation)
No temptation, no sensation, it's isolation
(Living is isolation)
It's isolation…

Living is isolation…

It's isolation, it's isolation, it's isolation
(Living is isolation)
No temptation, no sensation, it's isolation
(Living is isolation)
It's isolation…